Unfamiliar Troubles
Unfamiliar Troubles
You've all returned from Kingsdale, with a fair bit of downtime and R&R, and more than a few Credits richer. The bounties were collected without incident in Whykin, and most of you have settled in nicely back at Castle Refuge.
The new teammates had to get used to the Crawler, of course; the odd APV takes some getting used to, and Driverbot would only accept the new arrivals as members of the 7th on Growler's say-so. Once that was over, the new members are treated the exact sort of devoted duty as the Old Guard.
You've had several days to recuperate from your last mission, when you get a notification to meet Sgt. Wilde in the briefing room immediately.
When you arrive, you see the two usual figures of the Sergeant, puffing what seems to be her fourth cigar of the day while clutching a glass of whiskey, and the violet-skinned adjutant Montcrief. What's unusual is for there to be a third figure in the room--let alone one with a lot more pips on his heavily modded Combat Mage Armor. His helmet's faceplate is drawn back, revealing a 30-something human, and he's holding a tube of some sort. The sergeant's desk is atypically bare, except for an odd device--a black box with a number of unlabeled switches.
As the last of you enters and takes your seat, he nods to Montcrief, who steps over and closes the door. As he does so, the man flips a switch on the device on the desk; instantly, any of you who have active comms up find yourselves completely silent. Personal tablets and such also go off-line. Even the video display on the wall goes blank. Even as you realize what happened, he also murmurs something in Latin and makes a . Only then does Sergeant Wilde speak.
"Listen up! This is . He's Chief Communications Officer around here, which is to say he's important, and you're going to give him your undivided attention." She nods at the Captain, who gives her a brief dip of the brow as acknowledgement before turning to you all.
"I'll get right to it. First, this mission absolutely depends on operational security--speak to no one outside this room about what I'm about to say. We've intercepted some radio chatter from the Coalition that has us concerned." As he speaks he pulls out a map from the tube, laying it on the desk and rolling it out. "We're not sure of the specifics of their mission, but a strike team has been dispatched with orders to quell something or other that has their brass upset. They have two targets; the first is located near a small settlement in eastern Arkansas--" Here, he taps the map near a dot marked "Newsquareport", then continues, "--while the second is in the ruins of old Helena, Arkansas.[/b]
"We have two concerns. First and foremost, teams like this usually have a high tolerance for 'collateral damage'. Second, we've been engaged in a fairly major diplomatic push in that part of the state; we've got about two dozen envoys traveling between the myriad independent settlements, making what outreach and alliances we can. The longer the C-S are running around there, the more likely they are to run across our efforts, and we'd rather to stay off their radar as long as we can."
He shakes his head, as Sergeant Wilde a new cigar, puffing it alight. Apparently, not even the presence of the high brass will make her refrain from filling the briefing room with a thick haze.
"Your job is to try to beat the CS to the punch--go to both locations, find out what's happening there. If it's the sort of situation that calls for violence, then make sure the Coalition team comes across lots of evidence that whatever was there has been destroyed. If it's someone or something that needs help, then see if you can do that, maybe evacing them and leaving evidence that their target has flown the coop. Beyond that, improvise, keeping in mind the need to stay low-profile. Your team has been selected precisely because you've demonstrated the ability to adapt to curveballs. The good news is that you've got a head-start. The CS troops are unlikely to want to cut through the Magic Zone on their way to their first target, so they'll likely have to cut west to the Mississippi River, then south past Kingsdale before they get to Newsquareport. You should beat them to Newsquareport by at least a few days; hopefully you can keep that lead the entire time."
He rolls up the map, then looks to you all. "Any questions? If not, get down to the Crawler and head out; it's prepped and ready to go."
He will answer any questions you have, but quickly and without a lot of extraneous detail; it's clear he wants you on the road as fast as possible.
RETCON POST ONE:
At the end of the Captain's briefing, Sgt. Wilde points her almost-gone stogie stub at each of the three new faces in the room. "Elihah, Robot Pilot; Ernest, Techno-Wizard; Phillip, Spell-chucker." She follows this by waving at everyone else in the room with a single gesture, followed by pointing specifically at the Dogboy. "7th SET, aka the Jokers, your new teammates. That's Growler, he's your field officer, do as he says. Introductions done, get down to the motor pool with your gear. Elihah, there's a trailer for your RV. There's also a sheltered box on it for your pup, Phillip. The rest of get-to-know you bunk can be done on the road, don't dawdle. Move out, people!"
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On the road to Newsquareport:
We'll be using the Journey rules, here. No Horror modifiers for this leg of the trip, as while the CS doesn't patrol here, there are ample roads to get around on. The first thing you have to decide is how far you want to drive.
The Creeper is sure, but slow, and you have a looming deadline (though you're not quite sure what it is). You can get to Newsquareport in three days of easy travel, or one day of really pushing it (making three Piloting rolls in one day--see below).
Once you've decided which option to go with, assign roles, and roll as follows:
Navigator (Required):
For each day of travel, the Navigator needs to roll Survival. On a Raise, all Pilot, Scout and Lookout rolls get a +1 bonus. On a failure, you don't make any progress that day. On a CritFailure... well, things get interesting.
Lookout (Required):
For each day of travel, roll Notice once to determine how well you'll deal with random encounters.
Piloting (Required for each vehicle, mount or RV):
Roll once for each of the three legs of the rip. If you roll more than one leg per day, there's a -1 cumulative penalty to the roll. Note that Driverbot has a net d12+3 when operating the Creeper, so even if you go all three legs of the trip in one day, you'll get d12+3, d12+2 and d12+1. Furthermore, Driverbot is a Wild Card.
Scout (Optional):
Roll Stealth to get ahead of the group and see if you can spot any trouble coming.
Success: No effect--I draw for the encounter normally.
Raise: I draw twice and you pick the result.
Failure: I draw twice and pick.
CritFail: Things get messy.
Support (Optional):
Roll support using any skill that makes sense. No modifier, Success gives any other person +1 to the roll, a Raise gives +2.
RETCON NOTE: With the trailer, technically, all of Driverbot's rolls were 1 less, since it reduces handling. However, that wouldn't really change the outcome, so no need to sweat it.
The new teammates had to get used to the Crawler, of course; the odd APV takes some getting used to, and Driverbot would only accept the new arrivals as members of the 7th on Growler's say-so. Once that was over, the new members are treated the exact sort of devoted duty as the Old Guard.
You've had several days to recuperate from your last mission, when you get a notification to meet Sgt. Wilde in the briefing room immediately.
When you arrive, you see the two usual figures of the Sergeant, puffing what seems to be her fourth cigar of the day while clutching a glass of whiskey, and the violet-skinned adjutant Montcrief. What's unusual is for there to be a third figure in the room--let alone one with a lot more pips on his heavily modded Combat Mage Armor. His helmet's faceplate is drawn back, revealing a 30-something human, and he's holding a tube of some sort. The sergeant's desk is atypically bare, except for an odd device--a black box with a number of unlabeled switches.
As the last of you enters and takes your seat, he nods to Montcrief, who steps over and closes the door. As he does so, the man flips a switch on the device on the desk; instantly, any of you who have active comms up find yourselves completely silent. Personal tablets and such also go off-line. Even the video display on the wall goes blank. Even as you realize what happened, he also murmurs something in Latin and makes a . Only then does Sergeant Wilde speak.
"Listen up! This is . He's Chief Communications Officer around here, which is to say he's important, and you're going to give him your undivided attention." She nods at the Captain, who gives her a brief dip of the brow as acknowledgement before turning to you all.
"I'll get right to it. First, this mission absolutely depends on operational security--speak to no one outside this room about what I'm about to say. We've intercepted some radio chatter from the Coalition that has us concerned." As he speaks he pulls out a map from the tube, laying it on the desk and rolling it out. "We're not sure of the specifics of their mission, but a strike team has been dispatched with orders to quell something or other that has their brass upset. They have two targets; the first is located near a small settlement in eastern Arkansas--" Here, he taps the map near a dot marked "Newsquareport", then continues, "--while the second is in the ruins of old Helena, Arkansas.[/b]
"We have two concerns. First and foremost, teams like this usually have a high tolerance for 'collateral damage'. Second, we've been engaged in a fairly major diplomatic push in that part of the state; we've got about two dozen envoys traveling between the myriad independent settlements, making what outreach and alliances we can. The longer the C-S are running around there, the more likely they are to run across our efforts, and we'd rather to stay off their radar as long as we can."
He shakes his head, as Sergeant Wilde a new cigar, puffing it alight. Apparently, not even the presence of the high brass will make her refrain from filling the briefing room with a thick haze.
"Your job is to try to beat the CS to the punch--go to both locations, find out what's happening there. If it's the sort of situation that calls for violence, then make sure the Coalition team comes across lots of evidence that whatever was there has been destroyed. If it's someone or something that needs help, then see if you can do that, maybe evacing them and leaving evidence that their target has flown the coop. Beyond that, improvise, keeping in mind the need to stay low-profile. Your team has been selected precisely because you've demonstrated the ability to adapt to curveballs. The good news is that you've got a head-start. The CS troops are unlikely to want to cut through the Magic Zone on their way to their first target, so they'll likely have to cut west to the Mississippi River, then south past Kingsdale before they get to Newsquareport. You should beat them to Newsquareport by at least a few days; hopefully you can keep that lead the entire time."
He rolls up the map, then looks to you all. "Any questions? If not, get down to the Crawler and head out; it's prepped and ready to go."
He will answer any questions you have, but quickly and without a lot of extraneous detail; it's clear he wants you on the road as fast as possible.
RETCON POST ONE:
At the end of the Captain's briefing, Sgt. Wilde points her almost-gone stogie stub at each of the three new faces in the room. "Elihah, Robot Pilot; Ernest, Techno-Wizard; Phillip, Spell-chucker." She follows this by waving at everyone else in the room with a single gesture, followed by pointing specifically at the Dogboy. "7th SET, aka the Jokers, your new teammates. That's Growler, he's your field officer, do as he says. Introductions done, get down to the motor pool with your gear. Elihah, there's a trailer for your RV. There's also a sheltered box on it for your pup, Phillip. The rest of get-to-know you bunk can be done on the road, don't dawdle. Move out, people!"
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On the road to Newsquareport:
We'll be using the Journey rules, here. No Horror modifiers for this leg of the trip, as while the CS doesn't patrol here, there are ample roads to get around on. The first thing you have to decide is how far you want to drive.
The Creeper is sure, but slow, and you have a looming deadline (though you're not quite sure what it is). You can get to Newsquareport in three days of easy travel, or one day of really pushing it (making three Piloting rolls in one day--see below).
Once you've decided which option to go with, assign roles, and roll as follows:
Navigator (Required):
For each day of travel, the Navigator needs to roll Survival. On a Raise, all Pilot, Scout and Lookout rolls get a +1 bonus. On a failure, you don't make any progress that day. On a CritFailure... well, things get interesting.
Lookout (Required):
For each day of travel, roll Notice once to determine how well you'll deal with random encounters.
Piloting (Required for each vehicle, mount or RV):
Roll once for each of the three legs of the rip. If you roll more than one leg per day, there's a -1 cumulative penalty to the roll. Note that Driverbot has a net d12+3 when operating the Creeper, so even if you go all three legs of the trip in one day, you'll get d12+3, d12+2 and d12+1. Furthermore, Driverbot is a Wild Card.
Scout (Optional):
Roll Stealth to get ahead of the group and see if you can spot any trouble coming.
Success: No effect--I draw for the encounter normally.
Raise: I draw twice and you pick the result.
Failure: I draw twice and pick.
CritFail: Things get messy.
Support (Optional):
Roll support using any skill that makes sense. No modifier, Success gives any other person +1 to the roll, a Raise gives +2.
RETCON NOTE: With the trailer, technically, all of Driverbot's rolls were 1 less, since it reduces handling. However, that wouldn't really change the outcome, so no need to sweat it.
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After a minor delay in the morning, Growler gets back into the groove and is quickly able to plan out their and lead them down a quick and safe path.
I hope nobody calls me out on how rusty I was this morning... people might start questioning my decisions
"Chok'lat... keep an your sensors peeled to look for any troubles. Those among you that are able to move quietly through this terrain, work
together and scout up ahead. I have our route planned. Everyone else, help where you think best. I am not here to hold your hands. Lets get moving. I will be instructing to keep us rolling until we get there, unless we happen to see something that the Legion would want for us to take care of enroute."
Growler
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Chok'lat doesn't spend much time thinking about their orders. Told what to do, he does it. He heads to the Crawler with more guns than three people would need and loads into the vehicle.
Out in the wild, he follows @Growler's lead and peeks his head out of the vehicle to get the available to him. He is keenly aware of anything fit to see or worth hearing, down to remote details.
Out in the wild, he follows @Growler's lead and peeks his head out of the vehicle to get the available to him. He is keenly aware of anything fit to see or worth hearing, down to remote details.
Chok'lat
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Roy listens to the briefing as the officer goes through it. What was his name, Waller, Walker. Oh my head is splitting. He wondered. When his arcane senses supressed he did not even realize it. The fuzzyness from he previous condition still with him. When Waller asked if they had questions Roy did.
"If speed is of the essence, I could creat a portal there. Is their a reason we need to go the traditional route?"
The crawler was an increadible tool. But if lives were at stake then it could be worth doing. His own Ley Line Gates could only take so many. But he was talented enough he could even do a Rift if needed. Though most of the Legion fround on using Dimensional Portals Rifts casually.
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As they traveled Roy was not much for driving and navigating. He could help where he needed to with tools, or even his skills. But magic was not the solution to every problem.
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Jarvis listens intently to the mission briefing. The politics of North America were still a bit foreign to him, but it sounded like investing in more lethal grenades for his power armor was a wise decision. The kittani even knew who was, and wondered if standard munitions were going to be enough.
On the road, the more veteran members of the 7th fell into familiar roles of navigation, and watch detail. The was fine with Jarvis, he observed his teammates closely, noting their habits and mannerisms. Knowing how your allies react and being able to anticipate it sometimes was the difference between life and death. Satisfied that things were well in hand, he removed his helmet and gauntlet and placed his hand on the interior of the Crawler, attempting to to Drivebot. The construct was definitely unique, but Jarvis managed to make contact with a little extra effort.
Hello Drivebot, thank you for allowing me to communicate with you in this way. My name is Jarvis Ursus and we greatly appreciate your assistance in making this journey. While you are more than capable of handling yourself, should you require , your systems appear to be similar to that of In'Valian design. A race that my people...ahem..,have had some dealings with. I am at your service should you need it.
On the road, the more veteran members of the 7th fell into familiar roles of navigation, and watch detail. The was fine with Jarvis, he observed his teammates closely, noting their habits and mannerisms. Knowing how your allies react and being able to anticipate it sometimes was the difference between life and death. Satisfied that things were well in hand, he removed his helmet and gauntlet and placed his hand on the interior of the Crawler, attempting to to Drivebot. The construct was definitely unique, but Jarvis managed to make contact with a little extra effort.
Hello Drivebot, thank you for allowing me to communicate with you in this way. My name is Jarvis Ursus and we greatly appreciate your assistance in making this journey. While you are more than capable of handling yourself, should you require , your systems appear to be similar to that of In'Valian design. A race that my people...ahem..,have had some dealings with. I am at your service should you need it.
Jarvis Ursus
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Driverbot Rolls
At Growler's command, Driverbot pushes the Crawler for 18 hours. The trips is utterly uneventful, with the team able to relax and get to know one another. Interlude!
RETCON 3: New arrivals, please add your interludes to the posts below this one.You pull into town fairly late in the evening, maybe around 10 PM. The territory around the town is typical of the post-post-Apocalypse; ruins have been overgrown with vegetation, but some have been re-occupied in intervening decades, or stripped down by scavengers. In addition to the road you've been following, there's remnants of Golden Age streets going off into other ruined areas. As you get closer, there's clearer signs of actual habitation--farms and orchards, primarily. There is a palisade around the town proper, though the gate is wide open and unmanned; it's obvious the simple fortification is only used in times of trouble. The town is fairly quiet, about what you'd expect for a simple settlement of maybe a thousand people. Outside the town gate is a welcome sign:
"Newsquareport". Cute.
There are some signs of life--a good-sized structure is the most obvious contender for 'place to talk to people', as it has lights on and music coming out of it. There's also a small hotel with a flickering sign that simply says "Rest". And you can see a few passers-by, mostly seeming to be heading from the aforementioned music hall, some of them a weaving a bit in the classic manner of the inebriated. Several people stop to goggle a bit at the Creeper, which is understandable given the machine's obvious oddity. Some stand still and watch cautiously, an a couple more step quickly into homes, obviously wanting nothing to do with the strangeness. A couple of kids out a bit late just stare, fascinated.
Fun with dice!
Driverbot speaks in a clipped voice that is almost, but not quite, an English accent: "We have arrived at Newsquareport. Orders, Specialist Growler?"
Ripples: 1
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Roy looked over the mound he and Brent where hidden behind. “The elementals did not even slow them down. With those dog boys we cannot hide. We need to get out of here.” Watching as the Coalition platoon searched for the brothers.
Brent looked at his brother with disappointment. “Hide? We are already hiding. I am a master of my craft and do not plan on running from dogs or their human slavers.” Preparing a powerful spell. “Besides, the elementals did not slow them because you chose not to commit. Playing it safe with the weaker elementals. But I am willing to commit.” As he finished his words the spell he had been preparing came to conclusion.
“What are you doing, even combined we do not have the skill to summon a greater elemental.” Roy challenged on recognizing the working being done.
The elemental sliding through was enormous, nearly 40’ tall the living tornado like beings appeared as an animated storm. “Kill the Dog Boys then kills the rest of them.” Brett commanded his will shaping the command so the alien entity could understand the words.
The elemental ignored the command, as lightning stuck down at the two wizards. Brent dodged to the side, summoning a portal to slip through he grabbed Roy and the two of them arrived a short distance away. “Damn it Brent, you knew you could not control something that powerful.” Roy said as he turned to the elemental. Then the creature looked and saw the CS forced that had been hunting the two temporal wizards.
The two forces clashed, the CS unable to overcome the more powerful elemental broke and fled, the dog boys giving their lives to protect their human allies.
Brent smiled. “It seems fate favors action brother. Again your hesitation could have cost us the field. Lets go.”
Roy was annoyed, his brother always seemed to get by on luck and was too easily willing to risk the lives of others. “No more, your thirst for vengeance is unhealthy.” That was the last day Roy worked as a partner with Brent.
Thinking back on how he was treated while infected Roy believed his brother had learned nothing. Things may have worked out, again, but Roy was still convinced that Brents willingness to sacrifice and abuse others for what he considered ‘the greater good’ was wrong.
Roy got out of the vehicle looking around. The people were nervous and he did not want to do anything to aggitate them. Smiling he tried to put them at ease. "Howdy folks, yall okay? Looks like ya could use a little help."
Brent looked at his brother with disappointment. “Hide? We are already hiding. I am a master of my craft and do not plan on running from dogs or their human slavers.” Preparing a powerful spell. “Besides, the elementals did not slow them because you chose not to commit. Playing it safe with the weaker elementals. But I am willing to commit.” As he finished his words the spell he had been preparing came to conclusion.
“What are you doing, even combined we do not have the skill to summon a greater elemental.” Roy challenged on recognizing the working being done.
The elemental sliding through was enormous, nearly 40’ tall the living tornado like beings appeared as an animated storm. “Kill the Dog Boys then kills the rest of them.” Brett commanded his will shaping the command so the alien entity could understand the words.
The elemental ignored the command, as lightning stuck down at the two wizards. Brent dodged to the side, summoning a portal to slip through he grabbed Roy and the two of them arrived a short distance away. “Damn it Brent, you knew you could not control something that powerful.” Roy said as he turned to the elemental. Then the creature looked and saw the CS forced that had been hunting the two temporal wizards.
The two forces clashed, the CS unable to overcome the more powerful elemental broke and fled, the dog boys giving their lives to protect their human allies.
Brent smiled. “It seems fate favors action brother. Again your hesitation could have cost us the field. Lets go.”
Roy was annoyed, his brother always seemed to get by on luck and was too easily willing to risk the lives of others. “No more, your thirst for vengeance is unhealthy.” That was the last day Roy worked as a partner with Brent.
Thinking back on how he was treated while infected Roy believed his brother had learned nothing. Things may have worked out, again, but Roy was still convinced that Brents willingness to sacrifice and abuse others for what he considered ‘the greater good’ was wrong.
Roy got out of the vehicle looking around. The people were nervous and he did not want to do anything to aggitate them. Smiling he tried to put them at ease. "Howdy folks, yall okay? Looks like ya could use a little help."
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Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
After conversing with Drivebot telepathically, Jarvis leaves his helmet off and looks to his companions, specifically to Roy, the new addition and True Atlantean.
“You all read my file and know I don’t make it a secret that I once served the Splugorth. I am not proud of that and there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t regret the things I did. What you don’t know is how a Kittani defector ended up with a suit of armor that is made in North America.
“The Juicer Apprehension Powered Exoskeleton system or J.A.P.E. was, in fact, developed by Northern Gun to stem the growing tide of Juicer, M.O.M. and enhanced human crimes in the cities of the Midwest. The main goal of the project was to create a powered exoskeleton that could match the speed and strength of these augmented individuals, as well as to develop a method of non-lethal capture usable in both close-quarters and urban settings.
“The prototype suit was developed nearly 20 years ago without any weapon systems with non-lethal systems not being added until almost a year later but ultimately the project ended up being shelved by Northern Gun in favor of deadlier alternatives.”
Jarvis smiles at this before continuing, “Seems humans are not so different than any other intelligent being in the Multiverse. Anyway, as the story goes, a decade later the Black Market acquired the plans for the J.A.P.E. system during a raid on Northern Gun's R&D labs. That’s not exactly true. You see, Splynncryth has a high degree of interest in North America and bio-wizardry is expensive and… takes a toll on its recipients to say the least. A technical option was of great interest to the High Lords and once word filtered back to Atlantis about this suit, they had to get their tentacles on one.
“You see it was Atlantis that raided Northern Gun. Specifically, myself along with a few other Kittani and Kydian Overlords. We took those plans and developed a version of the suit for ourselves. Ultimately though, it was only Kittani that could use it. Kydians would need a bigger version and the High Lords soon found out that despite being an effective design, we Kittani preferred our own style. You also still need to control those slaves you catch, so you might as well just slap the Zombitron on them from the start.
“So only a few Kittani models were made, including this one, and then the project was abandoned. We of course then sold the blueprints to the Black Market to recoup some of the costs, which is how they really got it. and I am quite fond of the suit myself as it was essential in my escape from Atlantis.
“Ahh. It looks like we have arrived.” Jarvis laughed. “New Squared, Ha! We Kittani can appreciate a good math joke. Hmm, doesn’t look like the locals are that pleased to see us, however.”
Jarvis Ursus
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"Most of you are new to me. I am Growler. I was an experimental Mage Hunter Dogboy thrown together by Lonestar. After some unsavory work in Tolkeen for them, I had enough and joined the Tomorrow Legion. I was the only one in my litter to survive to adulthood, and they treated me as an experiment instead of a person... or even as a pet. The Legion has been my only real home and pack. Former Packleader Herra accepted me into her pack, and I have done what I can to make her proud... and to be proud of me if she was to hear of my deeds. After she had to leave the pack, I was tasked with leading.
I am not worried about what you have done in the past. We have all done things in the past that we are not proud of. I am concerned of the future. I want each and every one of you to act in ways that will make the Tomorrow Legion, the Sergeant, and Former Pack Leader Herra proud of us."
After arriving in Newsquareport, Growler restates their mission.
"Alright... remember opsec. No talking about this outside the Crawler. We have to find whatever would have had the Coalition forces into the area, but remain low profile. Our crawler stands out, but we can just say we are passing through for some R and R as an excuse to be here... and don't reference the Legion. We are just some travelling guns for hire that stopped for a cold meal and warm beer. If it is someone or something that needs help... we help and evac them and if necessary fake their deaths or create a false trail for them. If it is something that calls for violence... overkill is ENCOURAGED to show evidence to the Coalition that it has been taken care of. We should have a couple days until the Coalition shows up, so lets hurry. Questions? As soon as we are done here we can go to the second area. Now everyone go and gather information as each of you can best do... and remember... no mention of us searching for anything in particular though general interest in intriguing things near here is fine... but don't ask about the Coalition or say we are from the Legion... call us Herra's Heroes for Hire. Drivebot... park beside the music hall... and please refrain from deadly force unless absolutely necessary."
Growler
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interlude
Chok'lat, absent-mindedly scanning the horizon for threats, bursts into unsolicited monologue, whether inspired by the stories of his friends or just an abundance of thoughts his head could no longer contain. "Chok'lat was really bad. Chok'lat did things to people for fun and for cyber. Mostly it was hurting people or stealing their stuff. The most fun was hurting them real bad then they got to watch when we took their stuff. Then we usually killed them." His face twists a little, clearly uncomfortable with his past actions. "Sometimes," he continues "...we had to kill our own people because they crossed Cray-Cray or...well, sometimes Cray-Cray killed some of us because she was really mean and she felt like killing something. It didn't bother Chok'lat since she killed somebody else. Sometimes Chok'lat found it funny, even if it was one of Chok'lat's original crew." He picks idly at something stuck in his teeth before continuing.
"When Chok'lat started following the Light, that stuff wasn't as much fun. Chok'lat knew they were demons who did bad things so they had it comin'. But then Chok'lat kept running with you guys and Chok'lat likes you all a lot. Even you new guys. Chok'lat don't want to see nothing bad happen to you guys."
His face softens and goes pensive. He pauses long enough that you might think he concluded his thought. Just as someone moves to speak, he pipes up again. "Chok'lat knows 'love' is a word but only that Chok'lat used to love doing bad things. Now, Chok'lat wants you all to be happy and not get hurt. Does that mean Chok'lat loves you guys?"
He shrugs at the thought. "Chok'lat thinks that would be nice."
As Chok'lat around the town they've reached, he takes note of the significant amount of cybernetic modification in the townspeople. "Hey, anyone think that's a lot of implants and gear for a town like this?" He catches sight of a kid darting away between buildings as they approach. "Huh. That don't look normal. Kid just ran off that way. Stay awake. Don't know who or what he's telling."
Chok'lat
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"What the frell?" Elihah exclaimed as he managed to move his new Hunter robot into cover before the Coalition fire struck him.
I'm in a robot, how can they tell I'm an Elf to start shooting at me on sight
"Attention Hunter Mobile Gun, you are wanted in connection for an attack on Camp Demetrius. Stand down and prepare to be interrogated.
"I didn't have anything with that!" Elihah exclaimed, whilst plotting targeting solutions. What kind of trouble did that frelling arsewipe drop me in? No wonder he had a smirk when I refused his payment. Probably called the CS on me
"Negative, your markings match those of a Hunter Mobile Gun involved in the attack. Stand down and if you were not involved, you will be allowed to go about your business. You have thirty seconds to comply."
Frell, I stand down, I get executed on sight for being a Dbee. I fight or try to run, good chance of dying. Elihah fretted as he calculated his odds of surviving.
Frell it, time to roll the dice. Show them that elves are far better than they are
As Elihah sat waiting patiently in the vehicle, using his cards to play a few games of solitaire unless he is needed.
"You know, normally I just get shot at by the CS for fun. This has to be the first time I'm doing this willing going into a possible confrontation."
rolls
common knowledge 1d4+2: [1]+2 = 3 wild dice 1d6+2: [4]+2 = 6
notice 1d8: [5] = 5 wild dice 1d6: [3] = 3
I'm in a robot, how can they tell I'm an Elf to start shooting at me on sight
"Attention Hunter Mobile Gun, you are wanted in connection for an attack on Camp Demetrius. Stand down and prepare to be interrogated.
"I didn't have anything with that!" Elihah exclaimed, whilst plotting targeting solutions. What kind of trouble did that frelling arsewipe drop me in? No wonder he had a smirk when I refused his payment. Probably called the CS on me
"Negative, your markings match those of a Hunter Mobile Gun involved in the attack. Stand down and if you were not involved, you will be allowed to go about your business. You have thirty seconds to comply."
Frell, I stand down, I get executed on sight for being a Dbee. I fight or try to run, good chance of dying. Elihah fretted as he calculated his odds of surviving.
Frell it, time to roll the dice. Show them that elves are far better than they are
As Elihah sat waiting patiently in the vehicle, using his cards to play a few games of solitaire unless he is needed.
"You know, normally I just get shot at by the CS for fun. This has to be the first time I'm doing this willing going into a possible confrontation."
rolls
common knowledge 1d4+2: [1]+2 = 3 wild dice 1d6+2: [4]+2 = 6
notice 1d8: [5] = 5 wild dice 1d6: [3] = 3
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Notice 1d8!! 1d6!!: [3]+[4] = 7
Common Knowledge 1d6!! 1d6!!: [2]+[4] = 6
Common Knowledge 1d6!! 1d6!!: [2]+[4] = 6
GM Bennies 9/9
Wild Card Bennies ?
Wild Card Bennies ?
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Just as the team is preparing to disembark, with the side-door swinging open to let the Jokers move out, a thin man in a long, sleeveless overcoat comes over from around a corner, smiling amiably. The boy who ran off earlier is at the corner, obviously peering around to watch. The familial resemblance is unmistakable, even to the casual viewer; if not father/son, then the boy is at least his nephew.
As he arrives at the Creeper, the man gives a left-handed wave, which just happens to show the tin star in his hand."Hello in there! Sheriff Thompson, welcome to Newsquareport! Ain't seen a ride like this before, so I was wonderin--" In an instant, his voice cuts off, his face pales, and his right arm snaps up, the barrel of a particle beam pistol popping out of the forearm. "Look out! One'a'them Broad-killers snuck on board your ride!" He's very clearly trying to get a bead on Chok'lat, but the rest of the team is making it hard to draw a proper bead, giving a VERY brief window of opportunity to turn this potential Tango Foxtrot around, maybe.
As he arrives at the Creeper, the man gives a left-handed wave, which just happens to show the tin star in his hand."Hello in there! Sheriff Thompson, welcome to Newsquareport! Ain't seen a ride like this before, so I was wonderin--" In an instant, his voice cuts off, his face pales, and his right arm snaps up, the barrel of a particle beam pistol popping out of the forearm. "Look out! One'a'them Broad-killers snuck on board your ride!" He's very clearly trying to get a bead on Chok'lat, but the rest of the team is making it hard to draw a proper bead, giving a VERY brief window of opportunity to turn this potential Tango Foxtrot around, maybe.
The Dice Stuff
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Notice
Well, isn't that typical Elihah noticed as he walks down the ramp, holding his helmet under his arm but not his biggest gun. I wonder if he really wants to shoot at all!Persuasion
Still, guess its up to the Elf to get the sheriff onside. It can be so tedious being me sometimes."Now now Sheriff," Elihah swept back his hair, letting the luscious and stepped forward, tapping the barrel of the Particle beam weapon and running his finger along the side slightly suggestively, "Chok'lat here doesn't mean anybody any harm. He's a pussy cat mostly. Just don't try rubbing his belly."
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Roy channels some power with some subtle arcane gestures embueing Chok with some of his talent. Then slowly raises his hands. "Slow down friend. Chok here is not as bad as he looks. Lets talk about this so we don't get hurt."
Notice Success
@Chok'lat gains +2 die type and a free reroll on persuation
Notice Success
@Chok'lat gains +2 die type and a free reroll on persuation
OOC Comments
Roy (Rob T)
Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Drawing upon his inner calm, Growler tries to help how he can. Growler opens his helmet as a show of good faith.
"I am Growler, leader of the Hera's Heroes for Hire. I know it is long, but you can call us H Cubed... or maybe HQB?!? Anyways... This Brodkil, Chok'lat, is a member of my company. He has experienced a change of heart from his kind's normal behavior and KNOWS that if he was to revert to his earlier behaviors it would not go well for him. I have trusted him with my life and the lives of my companions here. We just want to spend some of our hard earned credits on preferably warm meals, cold beer, and loud lively music. How about we all go in and spend some credits in your fine town? Any member of my company who starts any trouble will be severely dealt with."
Growler
- Jarvis Ursus
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Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Jarvis remained silent with his helmet on. Revealing himself as a Kittani just might send this local law enforcement over the edge. A quick revealed the man was obviously nervous, but was also not messing around with leveling a particle beam in their direction.
Considering his options, Jarvis shifted his left arm slightly to point the capture assault system in the direction of the man. If things deteriorated, the polymer bolo would have to do as bringing the neural disruptor rifle to bear would definitely not be subtle. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that, however, and it seemed his companions were already making a decent effort to prevent the worst.
Considering his options, Jarvis shifted his left arm slightly to point the capture assault system in the direction of the man. If things deteriorated, the polymer bolo would have to do as bringing the neural disruptor rifle to bear would definitely not be subtle. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that, however, and it seemed his companions were already making a decent effort to prevent the worst.
OOC Comments
Jarvis Ursus
Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Chok'lat the sheriff's twitchy tendencies almost before he drew his pistol. He would normally spout off immediately, but his friends managed to help delay the firefight, leaving Chok'lat to speak for himself. An as he tries to reassure the sheriff that he's never met a brodkil like this. "My good sir, I am called Chok'lat and I assure you I intend you and your people no harm. I have sworn upon my honor...such that it was in the past...and my very life that I would atone for my sins, and this before an angel of Heaven and the Light he served. I am perfect by no means, but I yearn to fulfill my oath. Please forgive my brutish appearance. I cannot alter it, nor would I. It is fitting penance for the crimes of my past. I digress..."
He pauses to let his words sink in, then continues. "I would be grateful, quite honestly, if you wouldn't put holes in me that will give our medic fits. If you would extend even more grace, we would be appreciative of accommodations in your town. I will prove my word to you and we will do as our leader, Growler, says. We will patronize your local eateries, pay our tabs in full, and endeavor to leave your town in as good or better condition than we found it. I can attempt to conceal my appearance should that make our stay here more palatable."
The glamour is not permanent, though, and begins to subside. "What you think? Chok'lat okay to stay?"
He pauses to let his words sink in, then continues. "I would be grateful, quite honestly, if you wouldn't put holes in me that will give our medic fits. If you would extend even more grace, we would be appreciative of accommodations in your town. I will prove my word to you and we will do as our leader, Growler, says. We will patronize your local eateries, pay our tabs in full, and endeavor to leave your town in as good or better condition than we found it. I can attempt to conceal my appearance should that make our stay here more palatable."
The glamour is not permanent, though, and begins to subside. "What you think? Chok'lat okay to stay?"
Chok'lat
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The Sheriff is stunned into silence for a few moments--between the testimonials and Chok'lat's highly unBrodkil-like oratory, he simply can't process it for a stretch. Finally, he lowers his right arm, the particle beam barrel sinking back in.
"This is... strange. Still, world's seen stranger, I s'pose. Since y'all are vouching for him, an' he seems a bit... different than most, I'll let you folks stay. But you're all on the hook for whatever he does." He pauses, thinking for a moment. "Okay, I'm gonna ask you all to wait here til I get back. I'm gonna call a town meeting, and let folks know a bit about your arrival. I wanna make sure no one else panics seein' him. It'll take about an hour or two. I'll send the boy over with some food while you're waitin'. In the menatime...."
He kind of glances around at the small assembled crowd, who have definitely started to creep closer. He points at one woman. "Pardon me, Sally, but I need to borrow that ribbon on your basket." The woman blinks, then unties the a bright blue ribbon, finged in yellow thread, from the handle of the woven basket she's carrying. SHe holds it out to him, head tilted curiously. The sheriff takes it, then turns to Chok'lat.
"Hold out your arm." Assuming the Brodkil does so, Sheriff Thompson ties the ribbon snugly around the Brodkil's bicep. "Three rules. You don't carry weapons around town other than whatever cyber you got. And you keep this on, so everyone can recognize you, know you're the one I told them about. And no goin' invisible." Clearly, he's not an expert on Brodkil, so he doesn't realize that invisibility and cybernetics don't mix.
With that, he motions for the team to close the side-door. "The boy'll be back in about fifteen with those vittles I mentioned; and I'll be back soon as I can." As he heads off, he conscripts a few of the townsfolk to mark corners of a 'nothing to see here' square around the Creeper. This, of course, results in a fair few rubberneckers standing around at the edge of that line, peering intently and murmuring among themselves. Still, upon being told not to approach under order of the Sheriff, folks do keep their distance.
This gives you plenty of time to observe the residents, and what some of you noted before is now simply inescapable--there's a lot more cybernetic enhancement in this town than you would expect this far from the major hubs, and a lot of it is... sub-optimal. Single legs or eyes, for instance (while not unheard-of, most folks who need a replacement leg or eye get the pair done, to they can work better in tandem). Similarly, the sheriff's side-arm was not a full cybernetic arm, just an implant with as much hardware as needed to make it function.
You see some more teens and even pre-teens with advanced cybernetic installments like limbs--normally, those are avoided on children because they'll need to get replaced as the kid grows. Although apparently they upgrade regularly; you don't see anyone with, for instance, a too-short cyberleg or disproportionate cyberarm.
The youth who fetched the Sheriff when you first arrived comes up after about 20 minutes with a small cart filled with foodstuffs. "Paw says to give you folks this," he calls out as he gets close. He parks the cart and steps back from the door; the cart proves to be filled mostly with fresh produce, though a few meat pies are there, as well. The boy drifts back to the line without making any conversation, though he's clearly fascinated.
It's almost three hours before the Sheriff returns. "Alright, thanks for your patience, folks. Word's being spread to just about everyone. I'd suggest that you--" He looks directly at Chok'lat here, "--don't go anywhere on your own, too; even with the ribbon, folks might get a bit twitchy if one of your teammates isn't around. Also, I'm afraid Jeb--he runs the hostel--says he can't let you stay in a room. If you want, he can let you have the stable, says there's no horses in there right now, anyway."
Then he turns to Growler. "You folks can stay as long as you don't make trouble. Spreading credits around'll help smooth things over, so by all means, check out the local businesses tomorrow if you like, or if you're moving on, that's fine, too. My office is just around the block from here, if you have any other questions."
Barring any immediate queries, he heads off, probably to get some sleep. There's a somewhat nervous looking man standing by the entrance to the hostel, obviously Jed.
"This is... strange. Still, world's seen stranger, I s'pose. Since y'all are vouching for him, an' he seems a bit... different than most, I'll let you folks stay. But you're all on the hook for whatever he does." He pauses, thinking for a moment. "Okay, I'm gonna ask you all to wait here til I get back. I'm gonna call a town meeting, and let folks know a bit about your arrival. I wanna make sure no one else panics seein' him. It'll take about an hour or two. I'll send the boy over with some food while you're waitin'. In the menatime...."
He kind of glances around at the small assembled crowd, who have definitely started to creep closer. He points at one woman. "Pardon me, Sally, but I need to borrow that ribbon on your basket." The woman blinks, then unties the a bright blue ribbon, finged in yellow thread, from the handle of the woven basket she's carrying. SHe holds it out to him, head tilted curiously. The sheriff takes it, then turns to Chok'lat.
"Hold out your arm." Assuming the Brodkil does so, Sheriff Thompson ties the ribbon snugly around the Brodkil's bicep. "Three rules. You don't carry weapons around town other than whatever cyber you got. And you keep this on, so everyone can recognize you, know you're the one I told them about. And no goin' invisible." Clearly, he's not an expert on Brodkil, so he doesn't realize that invisibility and cybernetics don't mix.
With that, he motions for the team to close the side-door. "The boy'll be back in about fifteen with those vittles I mentioned; and I'll be back soon as I can." As he heads off, he conscripts a few of the townsfolk to mark corners of a 'nothing to see here' square around the Creeper. This, of course, results in a fair few rubberneckers standing around at the edge of that line, peering intently and murmuring among themselves. Still, upon being told not to approach under order of the Sheriff, folks do keep their distance.
This gives you plenty of time to observe the residents, and what some of you noted before is now simply inescapable--there's a lot more cybernetic enhancement in this town than you would expect this far from the major hubs, and a lot of it is... sub-optimal. Single legs or eyes, for instance (while not unheard-of, most folks who need a replacement leg or eye get the pair done, to they can work better in tandem). Similarly, the sheriff's side-arm was not a full cybernetic arm, just an implant with as much hardware as needed to make it function.
You see some more teens and even pre-teens with advanced cybernetic installments like limbs--normally, those are avoided on children because they'll need to get replaced as the kid grows. Although apparently they upgrade regularly; you don't see anyone with, for instance, a too-short cyberleg or disproportionate cyberarm.
The youth who fetched the Sheriff when you first arrived comes up after about 20 minutes with a small cart filled with foodstuffs. "Paw says to give you folks this," he calls out as he gets close. He parks the cart and steps back from the door; the cart proves to be filled mostly with fresh produce, though a few meat pies are there, as well. The boy drifts back to the line without making any conversation, though he's clearly fascinated.
It's almost three hours before the Sheriff returns. "Alright, thanks for your patience, folks. Word's being spread to just about everyone. I'd suggest that you--" He looks directly at Chok'lat here, "--don't go anywhere on your own, too; even with the ribbon, folks might get a bit twitchy if one of your teammates isn't around. Also, I'm afraid Jeb--he runs the hostel--says he can't let you stay in a room. If you want, he can let you have the stable, says there's no horses in there right now, anyway."
Then he turns to Growler. "You folks can stay as long as you don't make trouble. Spreading credits around'll help smooth things over, so by all means, check out the local businesses tomorrow if you like, or if you're moving on, that's fine, too. My office is just around the block from here, if you have any other questions."
Barring any immediate queries, he heads off, probably to get some sleep. There's a somewhat nervous looking man standing by the entrance to the hostel, obviously Jed.
Rolls and Such
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Elihah
The elf meandered around town, talking to the residents. He wasn't asking any specific questions, just being friendly and getting along with the locals and getting them ready for whomever was going to try and get information from them.
The elf meandered around town, talking to the residents. He wasn't asking any specific questions, just being friendly and getting along with the locals and getting them ready for whomever was going to try and get information from them.
OOC Comments
Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Now remember to stay with your Leave Buddy. Nobody goes off by themselves. Groups of two or more at any time. Chok'lat... I will be your leave buddy. Chok'lat, I want to check out this place... Lets go around.
Growler
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Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Jarvis gives a nod of thanks to the sheriff, making sure his faceplate is raised so the man can see his simian features. The Kittani knew his kind were not well liked, but he was betting on the fact that the town was used to mutant apes and the occasional Nym'brr gorilla man -- also not very well liked, but at least probably tolerated.
After the sheriff leaves, Jarvis turns to the group and says, "I can link us all telepathically if you would like, as a form of backup communication and if we feel there is a risk of our comms being monitored."
The kittani then busies himself by methodically removing, checking, and then carefully stowing his power armor in the Creeper. If any one had the patience to stick around, he asks them all to join hands as he for a moment. Once the link is established, he projects a message to the group, ' There, the link is good for five clicks, which should be enough for this mud puddle of a town. I believe I will go for a drink, would anyone like to join me?"
Jarvis then wanders in search of the local saloon where he orders whatever passes for a local brew. He generously tips, and then makes an excuse that it's such a nice day and takes the beer outside where he leans on the hitching post, elbows resting on the rail and bottle dangling from his fingers.
To the casual observer the kittani appears to be enjoying the day lazily observing the town as it goes about its day. In reality, Jarvis into the psychic impressions left on the post and begins to experience the point of view of the comings and goings of the saloon.
After the sheriff leaves, Jarvis turns to the group and says, "I can link us all telepathically if you would like, as a form of backup communication and if we feel there is a risk of our comms being monitored."
The kittani then busies himself by methodically removing, checking, and then carefully stowing his power armor in the Creeper. If any one had the patience to stick around, he asks them all to join hands as he for a moment. Once the link is established, he projects a message to the group, ' There, the link is good for five clicks, which should be enough for this mud puddle of a town. I believe I will go for a drink, would anyone like to join me?"
Jarvis then wanders in search of the local saloon where he orders whatever passes for a local brew. He generously tips, and then makes an excuse that it's such a nice day and takes the beer outside where he leans on the hitching post, elbows resting on the rail and bottle dangling from his fingers.
To the casual observer the kittani appears to be enjoying the day lazily observing the town as it goes about its day. In reality, Jarvis into the psychic impressions left on the post and begins to experience the point of view of the comings and goings of the saloon.
OOC Comments
Jarvis Ursus
Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Roy waits for @Jarvis Ursus patiently. With @Growler giving them the order to go alone he wanted to get permission first. Growler, if it is alright with you I would still like to ask a Farrie to scout the town for me. Some things here feel a little weird. He send through the network. Once permission is granted he summons the little guy linking his mind to its. "Something strange in this town. I need you to look around and let me know where are they getting all this Cyberware. And be subtle, I do not want anyone to know you are poking about."
Then activating his potent arcane sight Roy is surprised at so many people being willing to live with cybernetics sacrificing their arcane potential.
While they relax at the bar, Roy seems a little distracted as most of his awareness goes with the tiny fey being scouting.
Then activating his potent arcane sight Roy is surprised at so many people being willing to live with cybernetics sacrificing their arcane potential.
While they relax at the bar, Roy seems a little distracted as most of his awareness goes with the tiny fey being scouting.
Notice 4, Scouting Around town support roll 9 for a +2
Roy (Rob T)
Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Chok'lat's eyebrows (such that he has) perk up a little at the , more in concern than excitement. Chok'lat hopes that ain't Cray Cray! Still, he says nothing about it that the sheriff would hear. He does share this concern with this mates via telepathy. Chok'lat's old boss Cray Cray is meanest and worst brodkil Chok'lat ever knew.
Having been given instructions to stay with @Growler, he ambles around town, doing his best to put a non-menacing smile on and waving at those who pass by. He joins @Jarvis Ursus when the opportunity arises to both drink and tip generously, even offering to buy rounds to the other patrons. All the while, he pays to the cybernetic enhancements around town, hoping to determine their source.
Having been given instructions to stay with @Growler, he ambles around town, doing his best to put a non-menacing smile on and waving at those who pass by. He joins @Jarvis Ursus when the opportunity arises to both drink and tip generously, even offering to buy rounds to the other patrons. All the while, he pays to the cybernetic enhancements around town, hoping to determine their source.
Chok'lat
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OOC Comments
With Elilah's elven charms leading the way, Phillip pours on his own. He is polite yet clear and firm in his communications, speaking with a tone of authority.Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Chok'lat, of course, can't go anywhere without being the subject of much curiosity, albeit of the 'let's watch the thing from the other side of the street' sort. A few braver souls actually speak to him, briefly, if addressed, one or two actually seem quite charmed by the idea of a 'reformed' Brodkil, though this typically leads to some fairly intense efforts to get him to come by a local religious group's gathering to say a few words. There are a small band of surly-looking men who keep their distance, but follow him, watching warily--they may be obeying the Sheriff's instructions not to mess with the sub-demon, but they clearly don't like it, and figure to be on-hand when, not if, Chok'lat starts ripping out throats. The Sheriff is also following, though perhaps a bit more discretely; whether he's keeping an eye on Chok'lat, the malcontents, or both, is anyone's guess.
Overall, this gives Chok'lat plenty of opportunities' to get at least quick looks at the cybernetics installed in the citizenry. One thing he knows for sure--this is NOT produced by a major manufacturer. Not to say it's bad stuff; it actually looks top-notch in terms of quality, and the installation is almost seamless (as an example, the Sheriff's arm-weapon is utterly invisible when retracted, without so much as a hint of there being flaps that would open to reveal the particle beam). Each piece also has a bunch of very intricate symbols etched into them. But yes, much of the actual use is weird; as noted before, many folks have one leg, or an arm without any sort of extra support to the spine, or just one eye.
Roy's fey fetch is able to report back some interesting tidbits as well. The town has only one small cyber-shop in town... sort of. Called "I Can Fix It!", according to the hand-painted sign outside, it seems to be entirely focused on repairs, not installs. And business is apparently more than he can really handle; his sign declares, 'If the problem is life-threatening, walk-ins allowed. Everyone else, make an appointment; currently at about 2 weeks out." The fetch also notices one other tidbit: the stylized markings on the cybernetics that Chok'lat noticed are actually glyphs used in the common script form of Faeriespeak and Dragonese--though the symbols seem to have no actual meaning, and are often mixed together between the two languages. The effect is aesthetically pleasing, but ranges from meaningless to bizarre to ironically humorous--a right arm marked with a Faeriespeak glyph that would translate as 'sinister'--but Faeriespeak doesn't even use it to mean 'left-handed' the way American does. Despite all this, there's no evidence of magical energies in the cybernetics themselves, or about the town, really.
Jarvis, hanging around the hitching post, is casually greeted by a fair number of folks, though a few do clearly know what he actually is, and duck inside while evading eye-contact. While he can go back to the day the post was first set up, nothing really interesting comes up until about a two months ago--that seems to be when the odd cybernetics first start showing up. And less than a month ago, conversation among travelers standing around outside start including references to Brodkil raids on the routes through the hills to the east of town. One of the conversations ends as the two men walk inside, one saying, "You know, I've had to evade Brodkil raiders before. Usually, at least some of 'em turn invisible to attack, but none of these did. And they all more chrome than you usually see on 'em...."
Growler's walk-through confirms elements of all of the above, of course, but he does notice one other curiosity. A number of residents have some sort of tear, rip or puncture on a pants-leg, somewhere along the calf or ankle. These are obviously recent, and simply haven't been repaired yet--though then again, even more have been fixed, either with a patch or stitchwork. While not everyone with cybernetics has pants with such damage, every person who is wearing damaged/repaired pants DOES have one of those strange pieces of Chrome.
Elihah and Phillip do a perfect job of set-and-spike while talking to the residents; Elihah smooths over any concern about the people who would travel in weird bug-truck with a demon, and then Phillip's charms are sufficient to bring the conversation around to something useful. Unsurprisingly, most of the gossip concerns the increased Brodkil activity in the area. Not only are they hitting travelers and transports, but apparently a couple of farms on the outskirts have been hit. The most recent, just a couple days ago, was at "Old Garmly's orchard, 'bout 5 miles east of here. Honestly, you folks look like you can handle trouble; folks here would be mighty 'preciative if you could do somethin' 'bout these raiders, if that's the sort of thing you do."
Discussions about the cybernetics are a bit less predictable. In pretty much every case, the person first just says they got an upgrade because it seemed like a good idea a the time--and interestingly enough, ALL of them use that word: "upgrade". When pressed for more details, however, such as where they got it, or specifically why they wanted the upgrade, they get evasive, giving vague generalities (a few do specifically mention an old injury or defect that the cybernetics fixed, but others don't recall any such thing, they just decided to get a hunk of glass and wires installed in their eye-socket one day. If pressed further, they attempt to change the topic, and if that doesn't work, they suddenly realize they have business elsewhere, and end the conversation abruptly.
This reaction is confusing to Elihah, but it does ring a bell for Phillip; he's seen victims of mind-melting before. Apparently, every last 'upgraded' person in town has had their memories surrounding that event wiped, or at least smudged enough to make it impossible for them to accurately recall.
Your team regroups at the inn, sharing details on what you've learned over a passable boar-and-apple stew. It is currently late in the day, the sun just setting. You have time to talk, and decide your next course of action.
Overall, this gives Chok'lat plenty of opportunities' to get at least quick looks at the cybernetics installed in the citizenry. One thing he knows for sure--this is NOT produced by a major manufacturer. Not to say it's bad stuff; it actually looks top-notch in terms of quality, and the installation is almost seamless (as an example, the Sheriff's arm-weapon is utterly invisible when retracted, without so much as a hint of there being flaps that would open to reveal the particle beam). Each piece also has a bunch of very intricate symbols etched into them. But yes, much of the actual use is weird; as noted before, many folks have one leg, or an arm without any sort of extra support to the spine, or just one eye.
Roy's fey fetch is able to report back some interesting tidbits as well. The town has only one small cyber-shop in town... sort of. Called "I Can Fix It!", according to the hand-painted sign outside, it seems to be entirely focused on repairs, not installs. And business is apparently more than he can really handle; his sign declares, 'If the problem is life-threatening, walk-ins allowed. Everyone else, make an appointment; currently at about 2 weeks out." The fetch also notices one other tidbit: the stylized markings on the cybernetics that Chok'lat noticed are actually glyphs used in the common script form of Faeriespeak and Dragonese--though the symbols seem to have no actual meaning, and are often mixed together between the two languages. The effect is aesthetically pleasing, but ranges from meaningless to bizarre to ironically humorous--a right arm marked with a Faeriespeak glyph that would translate as 'sinister'--but Faeriespeak doesn't even use it to mean 'left-handed' the way American does. Despite all this, there's no evidence of magical energies in the cybernetics themselves, or about the town, really.
Jarvis, hanging around the hitching post, is casually greeted by a fair number of folks, though a few do clearly know what he actually is, and duck inside while evading eye-contact. While he can go back to the day the post was first set up, nothing really interesting comes up until about a two months ago--that seems to be when the odd cybernetics first start showing up. And less than a month ago, conversation among travelers standing around outside start including references to Brodkil raids on the routes through the hills to the east of town. One of the conversations ends as the two men walk inside, one saying, "You know, I've had to evade Brodkil raiders before. Usually, at least some of 'em turn invisible to attack, but none of these did. And they all more chrome than you usually see on 'em...."
Growler's walk-through confirms elements of all of the above, of course, but he does notice one other curiosity. A number of residents have some sort of tear, rip or puncture on a pants-leg, somewhere along the calf or ankle. These are obviously recent, and simply haven't been repaired yet--though then again, even more have been fixed, either with a patch or stitchwork. While not everyone with cybernetics has pants with such damage, every person who is wearing damaged/repaired pants DOES have one of those strange pieces of Chrome.
Elihah and Phillip do a perfect job of set-and-spike while talking to the residents; Elihah smooths over any concern about the people who would travel in weird bug-truck with a demon, and then Phillip's charms are sufficient to bring the conversation around to something useful. Unsurprisingly, most of the gossip concerns the increased Brodkil activity in the area. Not only are they hitting travelers and transports, but apparently a couple of farms on the outskirts have been hit. The most recent, just a couple days ago, was at "Old Garmly's orchard, 'bout 5 miles east of here. Honestly, you folks look like you can handle trouble; folks here would be mighty 'preciative if you could do somethin' 'bout these raiders, if that's the sort of thing you do."
Discussions about the cybernetics are a bit less predictable. In pretty much every case, the person first just says they got an upgrade because it seemed like a good idea a the time--and interestingly enough, ALL of them use that word: "upgrade". When pressed for more details, however, such as where they got it, or specifically why they wanted the upgrade, they get evasive, giving vague generalities (a few do specifically mention an old injury or defect that the cybernetics fixed, but others don't recall any such thing, they just decided to get a hunk of glass and wires installed in their eye-socket one day. If pressed further, they attempt to change the topic, and if that doesn't work, they suddenly realize they have business elsewhere, and end the conversation abruptly.
This reaction is confusing to Elihah, but it does ring a bell for Phillip; he's seen victims of mind-melting before. Apparently, every last 'upgraded' person in town has had their memories surrounding that event wiped, or at least smudged enough to make it impossible for them to accurately recall.
Your team regroups at the inn, sharing details on what you've learned over a passable boar-and-apple stew. It is currently late in the day, the sun just setting. You have time to talk, and decide your next course of action.
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Elihah picks at the Boar and apple stew whilst they deliberate about the information they had found out.
"Is it me or is anybody else getting some weird vibes from this place? Nobody even tried to flirt with me, though the pickings aren't great here. They were somewhat evasive about those cybernetics and where did they get them installed?
Now, these Brodkil seem like they deserve our attention, but that's assuming they are as advertised and not actually like Chok'lat here."
"Is it me or is anybody else getting some weird vibes from this place? Nobody even tried to flirt with me, though the pickings aren't great here. They were somewhat evasive about those cybernetics and where did they get them installed?
Now, these Brodkil seem like they deserve our attention, but that's assuming they are as advertised and not actually like Chok'lat here."
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Jarvis leans back in his chair and furrows his oversized simian brow.
"We are missing something. The townsfolk have more cyber than what is normal, not to mention what the local cyber doc can reasonably handle.
The brodkil in the area have 'more chrome than usual' as well. There is another player involved here, one that is likely well versed in bionic augmentation, if not alien tech on the order of Splugorth biowizardry.
Even stranger, they seem to be giving it out freely to whomever. Yet, based on the backlog the proprietor of 'I Can Fix It' has, it doesn't seem to be without problems. I say before we head out, one of us needs to have a 'life threatening' issue with their implants."
The kittani gives the barest hint of a smirk at his last statement.
"We are missing something. The townsfolk have more cyber than what is normal, not to mention what the local cyber doc can reasonably handle.
The brodkil in the area have 'more chrome than usual' as well. There is another player involved here, one that is likely well versed in bionic augmentation, if not alien tech on the order of Splugorth biowizardry.
Even stranger, they seem to be giving it out freely to whomever. Yet, based on the backlog the proprietor of 'I Can Fix It' has, it doesn't seem to be without problems. I say before we head out, one of us needs to have a 'life threatening' issue with their implants."
The kittani gives the barest hint of a smirk at his last statement.
Jarvis Ursus
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Roy thinks for a moment and then looks to the group. "Did anyone consider just asking the folks where the cyber comes from?" Realizing he failed the most basic step he simply walks over to one of the Cybered up townsfolk.
"Hey friend, where did you gets that cyber?" Waiting for the answer Roy thanks the kid for their response. When the answer falls flat Roy shrugs internally. Odds are good the others asked at some point. But Roy could not let it hang.
"This whole situation is a pisser. Everything we look at turns into whisps. I got nothin."
"Hey friend, where did you gets that cyber?" Waiting for the answer Roy thanks the kid for their response. When the answer falls flat Roy shrugs internally. Odds are good the others asked at some point. But Roy could not let it hang.
"This whole situation is a pisser. Everything we look at turns into whisps. I got nothin."
Roy (Rob T)
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"If we want to find the local Brodkil, I should be able to sniff them out easily enough starting from that orchid out to the east. What concerns me most is the people getting the cyber installed and then getting their brains wiped of where they got it done. Sounds like a Mind Melter to me, but why would a Mind Melter go out of their way to get people to get cyber installed... for free?!?"
Growler
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Chok'lat immediately gets at @Jarvis Ursus' suggestion. "Chok'lat ain't lettin' nobody mess with his cyber! Chok'lat worked hard for it, killed and tortured a lot of people. That ain't good but Chok'lat's gotta do good with it to make it not so bad."
He scratches the back of his head and looks sheepishly at his friend Jarvis. "Chok'lat's sorry. Kinda blurted that out. Maybe Chok'lat can go fake a problem? But Chok'lat don't trust him with all this. Maybe Chok'lat can go beat the truth out of some brodkil instead?"
He scratches the back of his head and looks sheepishly at his friend Jarvis. "Chok'lat's sorry. Kinda blurted that out. Maybe Chok'lat can go fake a problem? But Chok'lat don't trust him with all this. Maybe Chok'lat can go beat the truth out of some brodkil instead?"
Chok'lat
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"Probably best if we don't make the poor overworked technician whose town is being menaced by Brodkil have to work on one. Put the poor guy at ease, attract with honey rather than the Brodkil equivalent. I have cybernetics, we can fake something on one of those and I am better at sweet talking than you I suspect Chok'lat."Chok'lat wrote: ↑Fri Feb 16, 2024 11:03 pm Chok'lat immediately gets at @Jarvis Ursus' suggestion. "Chok'lat ain't lettin' nobody mess with his cyber! Chok'lat worked hard for it, killed and tortured a lot of people. That ain't good but Chok'lat's gotta do good with it to make it not so bad."
He scratches the back of his head and looks sheepishly at his friend Jarvis. "Chok'lat's sorry. Kinda blurted that out. Maybe Chok'lat can go fake a problem? But Chok'lat don't trust him with all this. Maybe Chok'lat can go beat the truth out of some brodkil instead?"
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Chok'lat shrugs and nods at @Elihah. "Right. Chok'lat still don't talk nice enough for how Chok'lat looks. Except that one time." He smiles as he remembers his original plea with the sheriff, but for the life of him, he cannot figure out how to make words come out the same way. He mutters to himself absentmindedly: "It's okay. Chok'lat's okay like this. Maybe one day Chok'lat get better at it."
Chok'lat
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Coming up with the plan to have Elihah fake a cybernetic malfunction quickly comes up with an issue--making it look good. The team quickly determines that they've got two choices:
Option 1: Fake a problem with the Vehicle Interface system (the CEP is too deeply embedded to be able to really do a proper job faking it--see the next option for that). This will require a Repair roll, which will be opposed by the proprietor's Repair. If he wins, you'll likely get tossed out of the shop for wasting his time. Success means you get to have a chat with him (details will follow the roll). Note: the repair job will cost about 9000 Credits--you're actually faking a Severe Problem, but then he gets in there and discovers 'it's not really so bad' and cuts the normal 40% price in half.
Option 2: Actually damage one of your cybernetic systems. This is technically easier to do. Of course, it also means I have to actually roll to fix the problem. Damaging your CEP enough to be considered "life threatening" would mean giving it a Serious Problem, costing 4400 Cr to fix (this can be done in a few hours). Alternately, you can actually give the VIS a Severe Problem, which would cost 18000 Cr and 1d6 days to fix. Note that he'll be rolling at a penalty for both of these options (-2 for the CEP, or -4 for the VIS).
Option 1: Fake a problem with the Vehicle Interface system (the CEP is too deeply embedded to be able to really do a proper job faking it--see the next option for that). This will require a Repair roll, which will be opposed by the proprietor's Repair. If he wins, you'll likely get tossed out of the shop for wasting his time. Success means you get to have a chat with him (details will follow the roll). Note: the repair job will cost about 9000 Credits--you're actually faking a Severe Problem, but then he gets in there and discovers 'it's not really so bad' and cuts the normal 40% price in half.
Option 2: Actually damage one of your cybernetic systems. This is technically easier to do. Of course, it also means I have to actually roll to fix the problem. Damaging your CEP enough to be considered "life threatening" would mean giving it a Serious Problem, costing 4400 Cr to fix (this can be done in a few hours). Alternately, you can actually give the VIS a Severe Problem, which would cost 18000 Cr and 1d6 days to fix. Note that he'll be rolling at a penalty for both of these options (-2 for the CEP, or -4 for the VIS).
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"There is no reason to damage your cyber or even fake it. Here is 20k credits. Give it to the technician and see if he can squeeze you in for preventative maintenance ASAP... that you saw a couple worrisome indications and that you are worried that it could quickly turn into something possibly life threatening. Tell him it is for a diagnostic and priority service... and that the extra credits can help get more parts for other much needed repairs for others."
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Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Jarvis nods at Growler, "I concur, money talks. If we do need to actually have a problem, perhaps I can fake it psychically."
Looking at Chok'lat, "I understand, my friend. I wouldn't want anyone messing with my armor, either."
Looking at Chok'lat, "I understand, my friend. I wouldn't want anyone messing with my armor, either."
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Jarvis Ursus
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Going over to 'I Can Fix It', Growler waits until he can see someone working for the business.
"One of my guys thinks something feels off with his cyber. The diagnostics say it is OK, but it is always better to be safe, especially when we go out into combat regularly. I will you 20k credits, and you will bring him in right away and give it an in comprehensive system check... you can always use the extra credits to help others in need as you see fit."
"One of my guys thinks something feels off with his cyber. The diagnostics say it is OK, but it is always better to be safe, especially when we go out into combat regularly. I will you 20k credits, and you will bring him in right away and give it an in comprehensive system check... you can always use the extra credits to help others in need as you see fit."
Growler
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The cyber-doc smile accepts such a healthy premium with a smile, and gets to work. He does a number of diagnostics, working happily and with efficiency. He's adept enough at putting the CEP through its paces, even jacking in with his own to an intermediary terminal to double-check for viruses (so, to be clear, he's not jacking directly into your cyber--the terminal acts as an external firewall for you both).
It's then that the keen-eyed will spot that his CEP port has those now-familiar markings (translating as "Fish Cart", so not even ironically amusing this time). Casual conversation elicits some of the following:
"Oh, yeah, it's really busy here, of late. I should take on an apprentice, to tell you the truth."
"Hm? Oh, no, there's no unusual amount of breakage, exactly. Just that there's so many folks with cybernetics these days, when you're the only shop for miles around, normal wear-and-tear gives you ."
"My CEP? Oh, this upgrade's a big help with the jobs around here."
"Well, of course I had to have someone else do the upgrade. Tough to make all those connections to your own brain, hah!"
"Hm? Oh, not local, can't really remember the place, honest. Got the upgrade a couple months ago, while traveling to see my family, out east of here."
"Nah, it wasn't in their town. It was on the way back."
"Uh... let's see, was it Harveston? No, they ain't had a cyber-doc since Gerand died, what, four years ago? Maybe it was Fayette? No, that's not it either.... Huh, can't rightly recall, just now, sorry. Anyway, see my next appointment's just about to come in; yeah, no, your gear's in tip-top shape, maybe you just need to get some rest. And don't let yourself get dehydrated!"
It's then that the keen-eyed will spot that his CEP port has those now-familiar markings (translating as "Fish Cart", so not even ironically amusing this time). Casual conversation elicits some of the following:
"Oh, yeah, it's really busy here, of late. I should take on an apprentice, to tell you the truth."
"Hm? Oh, no, there's no unusual amount of breakage, exactly. Just that there's so many folks with cybernetics these days, when you're the only shop for miles around, normal wear-and-tear gives you ."
"My CEP? Oh, this upgrade's a big help with the jobs around here."
"Well, of course I had to have someone else do the upgrade. Tough to make all those connections to your own brain, hah!"
"Hm? Oh, not local, can't really remember the place, honest. Got the upgrade a couple months ago, while traveling to see my family, out east of here."
"Nah, it wasn't in their town. It was on the way back."
"Uh... let's see, was it Harveston? No, they ain't had a cyber-doc since Gerand died, what, four years ago? Maybe it was Fayette? No, that's not it either.... Huh, can't rightly recall, just now, sorry. Anyway, see my next appointment's just about to come in; yeah, no, your gear's in tip-top shape, maybe you just need to get some rest. And don't let yourself get dehydrated!"
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Coming out of the shop, having had his systems checked, he rubs the location where the connection port is.
"Well, that reinforced what we already knew." Elihah's tone was slightly exasperated as he didn't enjoy the checkups.
"Shall we go and deal with these Brod'kil and find out if they know more. Honestly, they probably couldn't know less."
"And while we are at it, could do with a co-pilot for the big gun."
"Well, that reinforced what we already knew." Elihah's tone was slightly exasperated as he didn't enjoy the checkups.
"Shall we go and deal with these Brod'kil and find out if they know more. Honestly, they probably couldn't know less."
"And while we are at it, could do with a co-pilot for the big gun."
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Chok'lat nods at @Elihah. "Nobody here got brains that didn't get twisted around. Can't find brain scrambler here, we go find brodkil and scramble their brains until they tell us something."
Chok'lat
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With the report of the experience with the cyber-doc Roy is as confused as ever as to what is going on in this town. "I think Big Red is right. It is time to start looking outside for some answers." Other than have a few fey spies helping them out, Roy had no real way of getting information from the cyber systems. He had some small skill with electronics and general repairs. But not the level needed to diagnose whatever was hidden here.
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"I agree. We have exhausted our investigative efforts here. It is time we we change our tactics to be a bit more direct."
Jarvis begins to suit back up into his power armor, methodically checking each system to make sure he is battle ready.
Jarvis begins to suit back up into his power armor, methodically checking each system to make sure he is battle ready.
Jarvis Ursus
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"I agree... time for us to go to the Brodkil camp and see what they know... or at least what we can learn from them. Off to the orchid to the east and I should be able to track them from there."
Growler
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And so the 7th heads East into the farmland. Smaller homesteads give way to larger farms, and then these get separated by gaps of undeveloped land. Eventually, you come to a hand-lettered sign reading, Garmly's Orchard, Froots and Nuts. To Buy, Come To House. Trespasers In Orchard Will Be Shot. The orchard itself seems just fine, but as you turn down the road towards the farmhouse, it's obvious something very unpleasant went down, here.
The first thing you realize is that on the east side of the home, the tree line shows considerable signs of laser fire and even some greater damage--grenades, perhaps. And when you angle around to get a better look, you realize the east-facing wall of the house is nearly missing. It has been blasted with laser fire, plasma and, in one spot, looks like it was simply shredded open with a large chainsaw (or sword). Rooms on that side of the house are also damaged, and bloodstains are visible throughout.
Careful inspection of the property determines two things--first,there is no one here. Second, the attackers broke off to the north after they were done with the place. You follow tracks for a bit; Growler determines that the assailants were large, heavy and barefoot--and that they had pursued a much smaller figure, probably a child, from the house. This is confirmed when you get just past the tree-line to the north; a stuffed rabbit lies on the ground, stained by several days' exposure to the elements. It is clear from the area that the child was struck down, almost certainly fatally, and then taken away.
The trail from this grim forensic scene is child's play to follow for someone of Growler's skillset. Eventually, you have to leave the Crawler in Driverbot's capable care, and move through the denser woods beyond the orchard proper. You periodically find cross-trails; these are definitely Brodkil tracks, and they are apparently just criss-crossing the area, searching for targets. Growler does also come across a second set of tracks at times--these are long, thin trails, overlapping with one another in the mud, or just cutting through places of underbrush. He thinks they are serpent-like, but there's something off--they seem too heavy for snakes of this size, often making deeper impressions in the mud than he would've expected.
Finally, they reach a point where these tracks diverge--the Brodkil going in one direction, the serpents going in another. Growler is fairly certain the Brodkil camp is close by; it's harder to guess where the snakes might be.
The first thing you realize is that on the east side of the home, the tree line shows considerable signs of laser fire and even some greater damage--grenades, perhaps. And when you angle around to get a better look, you realize the east-facing wall of the house is nearly missing. It has been blasted with laser fire, plasma and, in one spot, looks like it was simply shredded open with a large chainsaw (or sword). Rooms on that side of the house are also damaged, and bloodstains are visible throughout.
Careful inspection of the property determines two things--first,there is no one here. Second, the attackers broke off to the north after they were done with the place. You follow tracks for a bit; Growler determines that the assailants were large, heavy and barefoot--and that they had pursued a much smaller figure, probably a child, from the house. This is confirmed when you get just past the tree-line to the north; a stuffed rabbit lies on the ground, stained by several days' exposure to the elements. It is clear from the area that the child was struck down, almost certainly fatally, and then taken away.
The trail from this grim forensic scene is child's play to follow for someone of Growler's skillset. Eventually, you have to leave the Crawler in Driverbot's capable care, and move through the denser woods beyond the orchard proper. You periodically find cross-trails; these are definitely Brodkil tracks, and they are apparently just criss-crossing the area, searching for targets. Growler does also come across a second set of tracks at times--these are long, thin trails, overlapping with one another in the mud, or just cutting through places of underbrush. He thinks they are serpent-like, but there's something off--they seem too heavy for snakes of this size, often making deeper impressions in the mud than he would've expected.
Finally, they reach a point where these tracks diverge--the Brodkil going in one direction, the serpents going in another. Growler is fairly certain the Brodkil camp is close by; it's harder to guess where the snakes might be.
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Phillip turns to @Growler "If it's ok with you, I'm thinking of, hmm, asking one of these critters..." He looks around. "That's ...odd. Come to think of it, I haven't really seen any creatures about." He walks ahead a bit, seeing carrion everywhere, and abruptly stops. He points at a raccoon with a vehicle rig implant sticking out of it's skull. He points to it then whispers "What the hell? I can probably use that for scouting but obviously something is off here. Mind taking a look at it for me?" he asks @Growler as his hand rests on his shard pistol.
Notice 1d8!! 1d6!! Occult 1d10!! 1d6!!: [2]+[11!!]+[3]+[1] = 17
Benny reroll Occult 1d10!! 1d6!!: [8]+[5] = 13
Notice 1d8!! 1d6!! Occult 1d10!! 1d6!!: [2]+[11!!]+[3]+[1] = 17
Benny reroll Occult 1d10!! 1d6!!: [8]+[5] = 13
GM Bennies 9/9
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Chok'lat grimaces at the realization of the likely fate of the child. "Chok'lat used to do this stuff. It don't matter if it was small. Chok'lat liked hurting stuff. Maybe Chok'lat can show these brodkil what it's like in the Light, maybe they follow...but maybe we need an angel for that 'cause Chok'lat's still got bad insides." He tightens his grip on the Shield of Faith. "Chok'lat's still workin' on it. Chok'lat says we can get the truth out of the brodkil either way."
Chok'lat
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Seeing the signs of the mascure Roy begins to get heated. Ready to follow the brodkil back to whereever they are and kill the lot of them. When Chok'lat speaks up he listens.
"I do not think many will be able to see the light. As I was told an angel sacrificed its life for you to have a chance. I would like to pursue those brodkil and end their evil. As Chok'lat says, either way works." When Phillip begins scouting ahead Roy seems a little impatient as he looks to @Growler for the decision.Chok'lat wrote: ↑Wed Jun 12, 2024 8:53 am Chok'lat grimaces at the realization of the likely fate of the child. "Chok'lat used to do this stuff. It don't matter if it was small. Chok'lat liked hurting stuff. Maybe Chok'lat can show these brodkil what it's like in the Light, maybe they follow...but maybe we need an angel for that 'cause Chok'lat's still got bad insides." He tightens his grip on the Shield of Faith. "Chok'lat's still workin' on it. Chok'lat says we can get the truth out of the brodkil either way."
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Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Jarvis puts his armored hand on Chok'lat's shoulder. He says nothing, but understands the brodkil more than he realizes. Working for the Splugorth had given the Kittani his own dark memories and regrets.
Jarvis then makes a point of checking his power armor's armaments. He knew everything was loaded for lethal combat, but he wanted the others to understand how he felt behind the blank emotionless visor.
"These brodkil are still our primary target. They are the most likely able to provide answers to this mystery. They have also committed atrocities we cannot as Legionnaires ignore. They should be first in line for our wrath."
Jarvis then makes a point of checking his power armor's armaments. He knew everything was loaded for lethal combat, but he wanted the others to understand how he felt behind the blank emotionless visor.
"These brodkil are still our primary target. They are the most likely able to provide answers to this mystery. They have also committed atrocities we cannot as Legionnaires ignore. They should be first in line for our wrath."
Jarvis Ursus
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Growler makes his initial decision, and Phillip proposes a course of action, mindriding a befriended raccoon with a highly dubious cybernetic enhancement. As he has the critter follow the serpentine trails, he can discern a metallic scent. As this goes on, some of the other team members express a desire to address the Brodkil situation first, presumably on the theory that the demon you know is worse than the devil you don't.
Before Growler can issue a new command, however, or even really consider their arguments, Phillip sees through the raccoon's eyes a flash of silvery metal ahead through the tall grass. There's several susurration, like sibilant voices speaking over one another in some strange tongue, and then a flash of red eyes, and then....
The connection goes dark. At first, Phillip figures that the raccoon has been killed, bu then it becomes apparent that the poor animal is actually just... asleep. The connection is still there, just with no commands being able to rouse the beast; clearly, the slumber is supernatural in origin.
Roy's bound faeries are able to give a much more succinct translation: "Upgrade".
Before Growler can issue a new command, however, or even really consider their arguments, Phillip sees through the raccoon's eyes a flash of silvery metal ahead through the tall grass. There's several susurration, like sibilant voices speaking over one another in some strange tongue, and then a flash of red eyes, and then....
The connection goes dark. At first, Phillip figures that the raccoon has been killed, bu then it becomes apparent that the poor animal is actually just... asleep. The connection is still there, just with no commands being able to rouse the beast; clearly, the slumber is supernatural in origin.
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When Phillip reports this occurrence, there's a brief bit of discussion. Phillip repeats the sounds he heard to the best of his ability. Roy's translator is able to identify it as Fae/Draconic, and gives an approximate translation of 'to improve the function of a thing'.Roy's bound faeries are able to give a much more succinct translation: "Upgrade".
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Looking at Jarvis Roy asks. "I know the Kitani developed advanced serpent armor. But that does not give sibilant accents?" To the whole group he asks. "I do not think these are Kitani. Perhaps they are some variant of naga? Anyone have a clue?" Knowing Growler would have the final say is what the team did Roy looked off in the direction the brodkil went.
Roy (Rob T)
Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Chok'lat's jaw clenches at the description of the discussion. Chok'lat likes upgrades more than anybody but only if someone wants it. They making things take cyber? If the snakes are close, we find out what's going on sooner."
Chok'lat
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"The Brodkil are a danger, but a known danger. I can always try to sniff them out later. These snake things are the unknown... and we were sent here to investigate the unknown factor... so after the Snakes we go."
Growler
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Elihah checks his vitals to check there was no sign him falling asleep.
"This may be a stupid idea, but if whatever this is has just put the raccoon into a deep slumber. As I can't detect any sign of anything trying to put me under, then something has just actively done so and maybe won't be far behind collecting said raccoon."
"This may be a stupid idea, but if whatever this is has just put the raccoon into a deep slumber. As I can't detect any sign of anything trying to put me under, then something has just actively done so and maybe won't be far behind collecting said raccoon."
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"I agree, Roy, I do not believe these are Kittani either. There is a reason I do not wear Serpent Armor or any other armor made by my kinsmen: It would make me more of a target than I already am. And while I have many, many not so nice things to say about my brethren, concern over a mere terrestrial rodent isn't one of them. That being said, it would stand to reason that whatever it is, it used the raccoon as nourishment. This suggests something with biological needs and maybe low to animal intelligence."Roy wrote: ↑Sat Jun 22, 2024 7:20 am Looking at Jarvis Roy asks. "I know the Kitani developed advanced serpent armor. But that does not give sibilant accents?" To the whole group he asks. "I do not think these are Kitani. Perhaps they are some variant of naga? Anyone have a clue?" Knowing Growler would have the final say is what the team did Roy looked off in the direction the brodkil went.
Jarvis Ursus
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Roy mutters. "My friends here say the word they used means upgrade. I suppose that implies these serpents are the source of the strange technology.
"I should have clarified that for y'all. I do not think they are going to eat the creature. I think they are going to add more cybernetics to it."
"I should have clarified that for y'all. I do not think they are going to eat the creature. I think they are going to add more cybernetics to it."
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Following the raccoon's trail proves simple enough, since it also coincides with the snake-tracks. You're most of the way to the point where contact was lost when suddenly, the critter comes running back in your group's direction, now sporting embedded armor plates on its back, flanks and forehead. This would seem to confirm at least a portion of your theories regarding what is happening.
And that's when you see them--a group of about half a dozen cobra-like serpents, mercurial silver bodies and glowing red eyes. They are spread out around a small clearing. Upon seeing your group, they begin to hiss in that same sibilant tongue.
And that's when you see them--a group of about half a dozen cobra-like serpents, mercurial silver bodies and glowing red eyes. They are spread out around a small clearing. Upon seeing your group, they begin to hiss in that same sibilant tongue.
Speak Draconic/Fae?
As they surge forward, you all feel a powerful urge to take a nice nap....Phase One: Identify
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Phillips eyes widen at the metallic serpents. He grips his enchanted staff and says a few words to glean the magical nature, or lack thereof, of the creatures.GM Bennies 9/9
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Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Spirit vs. Slumber: 1d10!!: [6] = 6
WD Spirit: 1d6!!: [4] = 4
Benny reroll with Elan: 1d10!!+2: [7]+2 = 9
Benny WD: 1d6!!+2: [5]+2 = 7
Final Benny: 1d10!!+2: [9]+2 = 11
Benny WD: 1d6!!+2: [4]+2 = 6
Spirit vs Slumber 2: 1d10!!: [9] = 9
WD Spirit vs. Slumber: 1d6!!: [4] = 4
Reset benny Spirit 2: 1d10!!+2: [8]+2 = 10
WD reset benny: 1d6!!+2: [10!!]+2 = 12
WD Spirit: 1d6!!: [4] = 4
Benny reroll with Elan: 1d10!!+2: [7]+2 = 9
Benny WD: 1d6!!+2: [5]+2 = 7
Final Benny: 1d10!!+2: [9]+2 = 11
Benny WD: 1d6!!+2: [4]+2 = 6
Spirit vs Slumber 2: 1d10!!: [9] = 9
WD Spirit vs. Slumber: 1d6!!: [4] = 4
Reset benny Spirit 2: 1d10!!+2: [8]+2 = 10
WD reset benny: 1d6!!+2: [10!!]+2 = 12
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Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Just to Prove Philip aint the only 1d12!! or 1d6!! with a +4: [8]+[5] = 13
12 total, double raise.
Resist Sleep (may not be needed) 1d6!! or 1d6!! (Bonus from Amulet of Iron Will cancels penalty): [2]+[3] = 5
Benny roll if power is not celestial, cosmic or temporal in nature.
Resist Sleep (may not be needed) 1d6!! or 1d6!! (Bonus from Amulet of Iron Will cancels penalty): [5]+[5] = 10
Resist Sleep (may not be needed) 1d6!! or 1d6!! (Bonus from Amulet of Iron Will cancels penalty): [2]+[3] = 5
Benny roll if power is not celestial, cosmic or temporal in nature.
Resist Sleep (may not be needed) 1d6!! or 1d6!! (Bonus from Amulet of Iron Will cancels penalty): [5]+[5] = 10
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spirit 1d8-4: [6]-4 = 2
wild dice 1d6-4: [6]-4 = 2
exploding dice 1d6+2: [4]+2 = 6
spirit 1d8-4: [6]-4 = 2
wild dice 1d6-4: [5]-4 = 1
spirit 1d8-4: [4]-4 = 0
wild dice 1d6-4: [6]-4 = 2
exploding dice 1d6+2: [1]+2 = 3
wild dice 1d6-4: [6]-4 = 2
exploding dice 1d6+2: [4]+2 = 6
spirit 1d8-4: [6]-4 = 2
wild dice 1d6-4: [5]-4 = 1
spirit 1d8-4: [4]-4 = 0
wild dice 1d6-4: [6]-4 = 2
exploding dice 1d6+2: [1]+2 = 3
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Save for Elihah, the 7th manages to valiantly shake off the effects of the psychic assault. Just as importantly, Phillip and Roy manage to identify multiple pertinent abilities--the serpents' fangs are charged with a paralytic toxin, the tail is actually a stinger capable of injecting... nanites? And the creatures themselves are apparently immune to physical harm, save for a vulnerability to electrical attacks. The immunity, at least, was also revealed by the hail of opening weapons fire from several members of the team prior to the two magi being able to communicate their findings to their allies.
A quick assessment by Growler of the team's capabilities makes it clear that only Roy (who can alter his Hail of Daggers spell on the fly) and Jarvis (who is carrying a Techno-wizard Lightning Rod) are actually able to hurt these bizarre machine-like creatures. Of course, the rest of the team can still provide supporting actions to assist them....
A quick assessment by Growler of the team's capabilities makes it clear that only Roy (who can alter his Hail of Daggers spell on the fly) and Jarvis (who is carrying a Techno-wizard Lightning Rod) are actually able to hurt these bizarre machine-like creatures. Of course, the rest of the team can still provide supporting actions to assist them....
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Chok'lat, heedless of danger to himself, charges headlong into battle, in an effort to pin the steel snakes to the landscape. Unfortunately, the strange creatures are both small and have snake-like reflexes and the brodkil finds himself flailing around in the dirt being bitten repeatedly by the snakes.
Fortunately, though, this gives him ample opportunity to away from his compatriots, sparing them from the same toxic fate. The bites are uncomfortable but whatever poison they transmit has no effect on the demon's system. "Don't worry! They can't bite you if they're biting Chok'lat! Chok'lat's tough and they can't hurt Chok'lat!"
Fortunately, though, this gives him ample opportunity to away from his compatriots, sparing them from the same toxic fate. The bites are uncomfortable but whatever poison they transmit has no effect on the demon's system. "Don't worry! They can't bite you if they're biting Chok'lat! Chok'lat's tough and they can't hurt Chok'lat!"
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Philip raises his wooden staff pointing it at the serpents. He chants some Eldritch language and those who are able to see things in the metaphysical plane swear they see a group of Gremlins descend upon the enemy. He does not go unscathed however as the metal minions attack, injecting him with their poisons.
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Drawing upon his Inner Strength to fortify his body, Growler dives for the Snake-Creatures and grabs two by the tails. He then starts twirling them around faster and faster... keeping them from being able to flex enough to bite him while controlling their stingers. One of the other snakes lunges for Growler, but while he avoids this third snake creature and keeps his two spinning fast enough, he ends up slamming himself into a tree, bruising his back.
"I have two of them busy here... and can keep this up for quite a fair bit of time. Is everyone OK, or does someone need help? Can anyone talk to them?"
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Jarvis charges after Chok'lat into the mass of slithering steel. Hearing Phillip and Roy's shouts of the snake's vulnerability to electricity, the Kittani pulls a copper rod from a compartment on his hip. Pouring all of his mental focus into the rod, it begins to glow a bright blue as lightning crackles across Jarvis' armor. Bolts of electricity arc from the rod and the armor's visor. Any snake unfortunate enough to come into contact with the Kittani, or get blasted by one of the lightning bolts, is quickly reduced to a smoldering heap of metal and fried circuits.Unfortunately, the JAPE armor was not designed to protect its wearer from that much electrical current, leaving Jarvis feeling as if he had just licked the contacts of an E-Clip.
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Spellcasting 14, 4 tokens
Roy shouts out to the party as quickly as possible. "They are invulnerable to all but electricity." As he hears Growler shouting out the rest of what the party needs he gets to work. Reaching deep inside his bag, he pulls out a brass rod he had not used in some time. Then pointing it at the snake like beings he begins firing, bolt after bolt of lightning strikes them. Each one damaging the creatures a little more. Shay and Tay waking from their slumber begin blasting the creatures in the face. The small bolts not able to harm the creatures, are able to frustrate them and make them vulnerable to Roy's own magic.As the creatures move closer to Roy ready to deliver wounds to the arcanist, suddenly @Chok'lat is there getting on the creatures protecting Roy.
"Hah, a true hero. Thank you friend." Roy drawls as the serpents efforts are blocked. When suddenly Roy is knocked to the ground as they wrestling gets a little to close. "That will leave a mark."Chok'lat wrote: ↑Mon Jul 29, 2024 7:16 pm Fortunately, though, this gives him ample opportunity to wrestle several of the creatures away from his compatriots, sparing them from the same toxic fate. The bites are uncomfortable but whatever poison they transmit has no effect on the demon's system. "Don't worry! They can't bite you if they're biting Chok'lat! Chok'lat's tough and they can't hurt Chok'lat!"
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Lighting arcs over the clearing as the party struggles to work around the serpents' immunity to everything else. Elihah is paralyzed, but before the mercurial forms can take advantage of it, they are driven back by the rest of the Jokers--most notably, Chok'lat, who hurls himself into the slithering swarm with reckless abandon.
This proves to be simultaneously brilliant and foolish--and possibly brilliant again. While he is able to shrug off their poisonous bites, before all of the snakes can be subdued, Chok'lat feels a tail-stinger bite into his leg, and a surge of heat ripples through his bloodstream. Even as the last of the snakes goes down, he feels his muscles flex and arch. The sensation is quite painful, albeit brief. When it subsides, the brodkil feels himself... stronger? Yes, his cybernetically enhanced strength has definitely increased!
Some of you, able to , did make out a few of the serpents' cries during the fight.
Once the last of the serpents is contained and restrained, you're able to study and interrogate them, albeit with a good bit of active translation going on. Roy, having done his analysis, determines that these creatures are techno-magic in origin, though of a particularly strange design; given their scales, which bear the same nonsense sigils as the cyberware, in greater number, he suspects that there is an actual fae techno-wizard behind this. However, with an actual subject (Chok'lat) to examine, they are able to determine that the cybernetics themselves are not magical in any way; the nanites are essentially hyper-advanced technology, and they, in turn, create 'normal' tech (by RIFTS [TM} Earth standards)--but because of the method of creation, it's particularly seamless in terms of integration with the subject's body, as it essentially 'grew' there, rather than being implanted.
Once the snakes are revived, some question-and-answers follow:
"Where do you come from?"
"The landsss beyond thossse you know!"
"How did you get here?"
"Ssshhining portal!"
"Why are you doing this?""
"It isss our purpossse!"
"What is it you want?"
"To upgrade all."
"Why are you subduing people before 'upgrading' them?"
"Most make noissse and flee when they sssee usss. We help thossse who do not underssstand ssso they will not sssuffer. We let them sssleep through the procccedure, then remove their memoriesss ssso there isss no trauma. We are kind! Of courssse we do not have to do that to the Red Onesss."
"Tell us about the Red Ones."
"At noon, follow sssun. Find Red Onesss asss sssun sssetsss. They camp by water."
"How many of them are there?"
"More than twiccce usss." (Doing the math--more than a dozen.)
"How much have you 'upgraded' them?'
"Asss much asss we can for mossst, and for leader, and more."
"Why so much?"
"After firssst time, more sssought usss out, asssked for upgradesss." Here, the one responding looks at Chok'lat, eagerly. "You want more, yesss? Room for more. Maybe even more and more?" The spiked tail twitches a bit, excitedly, at the prospect.
"Can you choose the upgrade?"
"No, Fate choosssesss."
"Who created you?"
"No one. We have alwaysss been. There isss no time when we have not exxisssted."
Further prodding on this point reveals that they came through the 'shining portal' about three months ago, and just assume that that is when the universe started. Perfectly reasonable, really.
"Can you control Chok'lat now that you put cyber in Chok'lat?"
"Why would we control you? You have been upgraded. Do you want and more?"
The serpents have no knowledge or opinion on Pilskin or Solid. They have also never been on planes.
By the time this is over, the paralytic poison has worn off. Decision time, heroes:
1: Do you have any other questions?
2: What do you want to do with the serpents? They do not appear to need to eat, so could be contained indefinitely, though they definitely would want to continue their 'purpose' if given the opportunity.
3: So, how 'bout dem 'Red Ones'?
This proves to be simultaneously brilliant and foolish--and possibly brilliant again. While he is able to shrug off their poisonous bites, before all of the snakes can be subdued, Chok'lat feels a tail-stinger bite into his leg, and a surge of heat ripples through his bloodstream. Even as the last of the snakes goes down, he feels his muscles flex and arch. The sensation is quite painful, albeit brief. When it subsides, the brodkil feels himself... stronger? Yes, his cybernetically enhanced strength has definitely increased!
Some of you, able to , did make out a few of the serpents' cries during the fight.
Once the last of the serpents is contained and restrained, you're able to study and interrogate them, albeit with a good bit of active translation going on. Roy, having done his analysis, determines that these creatures are techno-magic in origin, though of a particularly strange design; given their scales, which bear the same nonsense sigils as the cyberware, in greater number, he suspects that there is an actual fae techno-wizard behind this. However, with an actual subject (Chok'lat) to examine, they are able to determine that the cybernetics themselves are not magical in any way; the nanites are essentially hyper-advanced technology, and they, in turn, create 'normal' tech (by RIFTS [TM} Earth standards)--but because of the method of creation, it's particularly seamless in terms of integration with the subject's body, as it essentially 'grew' there, rather than being implanted.
Once the snakes are revived, some question-and-answers follow:
"Where do you come from?"
"The landsss beyond thossse you know!"
"How did you get here?"
"Ssshhining portal!"
"Why are you doing this?""
"It isss our purpossse!"
"What is it you want?"
"To upgrade all."
"Why are you subduing people before 'upgrading' them?"
"Most make noissse and flee when they sssee usss. We help thossse who do not underssstand ssso they will not sssuffer. We let them sssleep through the procccedure, then remove their memoriesss ssso there isss no trauma. We are kind! Of courssse we do not have to do that to the Red Onesss."
"Tell us about the Red Ones."
"At noon, follow sssun. Find Red Onesss asss sssun sssetsss. They camp by water."
"How many of them are there?"
"More than twiccce usss." (Doing the math--more than a dozen.)
"How much have you 'upgraded' them?'
"Asss much asss we can for mossst, and for leader, and more."
"Why so much?"
"After firssst time, more sssought usss out, asssked for upgradesss." Here, the one responding looks at Chok'lat, eagerly. "You want more, yesss? Room for more. Maybe even more and more?" The spiked tail twitches a bit, excitedly, at the prospect.
"Can you choose the upgrade?"
"No, Fate choosssesss."
"Who created you?"
"No one. We have alwaysss been. There isss no time when we have not exxisssted."
Further prodding on this point reveals that they came through the 'shining portal' about three months ago, and just assume that that is when the universe started. Perfectly reasonable, really.
"Can you control Chok'lat now that you put cyber in Chok'lat?"
"Why would we control you? You have been upgraded. Do you want and more?"
The serpents have no knowledge or opinion on Pilskin or Solid. They have also never been on planes.
By the time this is over, the paralytic poison has worn off. Decision time, heroes:
1: Do you have any other questions?
2: What do you want to do with the serpents? They do not appear to need to eat, so could be contained indefinitely, though they definitely would want to continue their 'purpose' if given the opportunity.
3: So, how 'bout dem 'Red Ones'?
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Chok'lat flexes his newly amplified strength enhancements. "Ohhh, Chok'lat LIKES that! Easiest cyber Chok'lat ever got!" He begins to shake slightly. His excitement is palpable and continues apace for a moment...before an almost entirely forgotten in his eyes. "Chok'lat wants more! GIVE CHOK'LAT ANOTHER STING BEFORE CHOK'LAT RIPS YOU APART!" He lunges at one of the snakes and grabs it by the tail, into his sternum. He howls in pain, then in pleasure as he feels himself growing even stronger. "AAAHHHHHHHH, Chok'lat LOVES THAT!" He laughs, somewhat maniacally, definitely demonically, then offers the outstretched snake to his friends. "Try it! This makes you better!!"
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Roy watches as their partner grabs the fey being and takes another sample of cybernetics. "Wow, boss. You don't know how safe that stuff is. Remember all the miss sized parts and glitchy installs in town." He says to the uncaring brodkil.
Looking at the serpentine cyberdocs he says to the team. "I do not think they are harming anyone. But it seems they do not care about concent." Unsure what to do, the creatures do not seem evil, and overall are far more helpful than harmful. But they need some sort of temperment to slow down their aplications.
Looking at the serpentine cyberdocs he says to the team. "I do not think they are harming anyone. But it seems they do not care about concent." Unsure what to do, the creatures do not seem evil, and overall are far more helpful than harmful. But they need some sort of temperment to slow down their aplications.
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Elihah mulls over the offer from creatures. More cyberware might be of use, help him keep up with this team, but he'd rather have some choice in what it did and everything they did was random., far too random for his liking.
"Everything they have done is random, driven to carry out these upgrades by a need they don't understand themselves. I suggest we store them somewhere they can't cause anymore issues for anybody for now."
"Everything they have done is random, driven to carry out these upgrades by a need they don't understand themselves. I suggest we store them somewhere they can't cause anymore issues for anybody for now."
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The serpent, being dangled in Chok'lat's newly empowered grip, and twists slightly to look at him. It hisses at him once more in that .Chok'lat wrote: ↑Thu Aug 29, 2024 8:23 pm Chok'lat flexes his newly amplified strength enhancements. "Ohhh, Chok'lat LIKES that! Easiest cyber Chok'lat ever got!" He begins to shake slightly. His excitement is palpable and continues apace for a moment...before an almost entirely forgotten in his eyes. "Chok'lat wants more! GIVE CHOK'LAT ANOTHER STING BEFORE CHOK'LAT RIPS YOU APART!" He lunges at one of the snakes and grabs it by the tail, into his sternum. He howls in pain, then in pleasure as he feels himself growing even stronger. "AAAHHHHHHHH, Chok'lat LOVES THAT!" He laughs, somewhat maniacally, definitely demonically, then offers the outstretched snake to his friends. "Try it! This makes you better!!"
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Roy's eye open a little as he thinks of the horror of the giant getting unrestrained 'upgrades'. To his fey companions he orders. "Stop them, put the serpentnes to sleep!" In fieriespeak.
"Don't do it Chok'lat, they will incapacitate you with upgrades, and you will be weaker, not stronger!"
"Don't do it Chok'lat, they will incapacitate you with upgrades, and you will be weaker, not stronger!"
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"Storing them somewhere is a good idea. I suggest we also see about getting them back where they came from. If the Splugorth got hold of these, it would be a whole new...business opportunity...for them."Elihah wrote: ↑Sat Aug 31, 2024 6:06 am Elihah mulls over the offer from creatures. More cyberware might be of use, help him keep up with this team, but he'd rather have some choice in what it did and everything they did was random., far too random for his liking.
"Everything they have done is random, driven to carry out these upgrades by a need they don't understand themselves. I suggest we store them somewhere they can't cause anymore issues for anybody for now."
Turning to Chok'lat, "Roy is right. Much more of this and you will regret it, my friend!"
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"We will store them safely in a sealed box in the Creeper under Drivebot's supervision. Does anyone have any magic that can even open a small interdimensional hole... just to leave the right sort of smell for any of their Dogboys to sniff out and think the snakes portaled out?"
"Next we go and quickly take care of those Brodkill that have been using them for upgrades... they will be more heavily cybered than normal and the locals won't be able to deal with them. This combat we need to leave clues of a big combat, but not who we truly are... overkill is our friend in this battle. We can also loot anything from them that looks good... since it upholds our Mercenary cover. A QUICK reload of anything they have for sale is doable for the road."
"Last of all, we need to next head to the ruins of old Helena, Arkansas. This is the last part of the mission... and I wouldn't be surprised if they might be connected with our snakes since the same Coalition team is being sent after both."
"Next we go and quickly take care of those Brodkill that have been using them for upgrades... they will be more heavily cybered than normal and the locals won't be able to deal with them. This combat we need to leave clues of a big combat, but not who we truly are... overkill is our friend in this battle. We can also loot anything from them that looks good... since it upholds our Mercenary cover. A QUICK reload of anything they have for sale is doable for the road."
"Last of all, we need to next head to the ruins of old Helena, Arkansas. This is the last part of the mission... and I wouldn't be surprised if they might be connected with our snakes since the same Coalition team is being sent after both."
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Roy nods at @Growler's suggestion. "Sure do, I got just the place in mind."
Before adding a caveat. "But to do it, requires quite a bit of power. I will need some of you willing to donate some PPE." He finishes.
Before adding a caveat. "But to do it, requires quite a bit of power. I will need some of you willing to donate some PPE." He finishes.
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Communication Rift 7
Roy prepares to channel his power and open a tiny communication rift. The rift leading to a common communication point he has used before at an old communication hub in Tolkien. While the CS may now control it, they would have little options when it came to predicting or influencing such a rift. As it opens he simply waits a moment before saying "Sorry partner. Wrong number." Then letting the rift close.But you never know when the CS will decide to shoot through something. So he ensure the Rift is oriented down on both ends, so any shots through will have poor angles.
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Roy, infused with his allies' PPE, is able to open a momentary portal to Tolkien. No shooting happens, but there were some fairly surprised shouts. The false trail laid should be enough to confound any Dogboy or Psi-stalkers that come across the Serpents' former stalking grounds.
Now, to business, as laid out by Growler. Some due west, it's fairly simple to get the Crawler within sensor distance of the Brodkil camp by following the rough directions provided by the Serpents, though the foliage gets a bit too thick to bring it much closer than that--you'll have to hoof it to get to the actual site. Still, it's enough to give you the lay of the land around their encampment.
The ravine has mostly sheer walls to the north and south edges; to the north, a cliff some 40' high is bifurcated at the NW corner into two 20' high segments. Along the southern side, a single 30' high wall runs the length of the area. In the lee of the NW wall, one of the Brodkil is tending to a cooking fire; on the other side of him is a bamboo cage with multiple humanoid figures crammed within.
Numerous other Brodkil are lounging or engaged in various acts of destruction and animal cruelty. As you approach from the east, a vague, niggling doubt crosses Chok''lat's mind--something is off, he thinks....
The Brodkil all have the following cyberware visible. Note, some of these may be multiple levels, it's just hard to tell at a distance:
Cybernetic Arms
Cybernetic eye
Armor plating
Cybernetic legs
Now, to business, as laid out by Growler. Some due west, it's fairly simple to get the Crawler within sensor distance of the Brodkil camp by following the rough directions provided by the Serpents, though the foliage gets a bit too thick to bring it much closer than that--you'll have to hoof it to get to the actual site. Still, it's enough to give you the lay of the land around their encampment.
The ravine has mostly sheer walls to the north and south edges; to the north, a cliff some 40' high is bifurcated at the NW corner into two 20' high segments. Along the southern side, a single 30' high wall runs the length of the area. In the lee of the NW wall, one of the Brodkil is tending to a cooking fire; on the other side of him is a bamboo cage with multiple humanoid figures crammed within.
Numerous other Brodkil are lounging or engaged in various acts of destruction and animal cruelty. As you approach from the east, a vague, niggling doubt crosses Chok''lat's mind--something is off, he thinks....
Instructions for Chok'lat
Instructions for everyone
Visible cybernetics breakdown:The Brodkil all have the following cyberware visible. Note, some of these may be multiple levels, it's just hard to tell at a distance:
Cybernetic Arms
Cybernetic eye
Armor plating
Cybernetic legs
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Chok'lat takes quick stock of the layout and the forces arrayed in the ravine. . "Hey. These guys ain't got a big boss with 'em. Ain't nobody down there could run a crew like this. They all weak. Where's the boss?"
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"Knowing that their Boss is not visible, we have to assume he is nearby ready to counter-ambush us... but I am that we can deal with him when he presents himself... even with all the extra Cyber the Snakes said they gave him. I will come in from the , and my shots at the Cook will be the signal to attack.. Anyone have any suggestions or are we ready to head out. Remember, they all have sensors so keep that in mind with your plans."
As he silently lopes over to his vantage point over looking the Brodkil, Growler enters a light meditation to prepare himself for the upcoming battle. Once ready, he starts his way down the cliff face, the Dogboy concentrates too much on trying to be stealthy and not enough on finding secure places for his hands and feet. Almost half way down, the handholds he used crumble under the enhanced strength of his armor and give way under him. The rest of the way down the cliff face was much quicker that the first bit as he careens against a few boulders on his way down. With a THUMP, Growler hits the ground with all the grace of a sack of potatoes.
I am glad that Hera did not see me do that.
Over their radios sounds a double click
As he silently lopes over to his vantage point over looking the Brodkil, Growler enters a light meditation to prepare himself for the upcoming battle. Once ready, he starts his way down the cliff face, the Dogboy concentrates too much on trying to be stealthy and not enough on finding secure places for his hands and feet. Almost half way down, the handholds he used crumble under the enhanced strength of his armor and give way under him. The rest of the way down the cliff face was much quicker that the first bit as he careens against a few boulders on his way down. With a THUMP, Growler hits the ground with all the grace of a sack of potatoes.
I am glad that Hera did not see me do that.
Over their radios sounds a double click
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Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Jarvis nods at Growler, "Maybe tap your communicator twice just before you do so. I will send in a volley of grenades as close to when you attack from the opposite direction to cause as much chaos as possible."
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Jarvis Ursus
Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Elihah waited in the Hunter Mobile Gun a short distance away. It's not like he could sneak up on the camp in a Giant robot. So he awaits a signal for him to come in, get the attention of the Brodkil and start the fight.
"Give me a signal when we are good to go"
"Give me a signal when we are good to go"
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Chok'lat eyes a spot with a good, straight shot on several amassed brodkil. "Chok'lat got grenades too. Chok'lat will shoot 'em with Jarvis when Growler goes first." He heads for an so as to be spread out from his associates, but leaving nothing but a straight run to their enemies. He prepares, loading his WI-GL20 with a which will cause maximum chaos and damage.
Chok'lat
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Roy looks at the area. When Chak'lat mentins the boss is hiding, Roy thinks to the comments of him being all Cybered up. "I have some golems in one of these bags. But if he is as tough as you say, they will be like flies on a bull." I think, maybe I will focus on the others, to get things rolling.
Roy prepares for the approach by splintering his mind, conjuring three large dragon like golems standing 8' tall to protect him and the the group. Once the creatures are summoned he concentrates for a brief moment shifting the reality around them slightly amplifying their link to this world (boost trait). Then looking at Shay and tey he instructs. "Once the action starts, I would like you to put as many of those brodkil as possible to sleep but exclude Chak'lat. He is on our side of this conflict."
Mechanics:
2 Sentinals have a wound, 1 is normal. Everyone gets +2 Die Types Vigor and the Toughness that goes with it.
Roy prepares for the approach by splintering his mind, conjuring three large dragon like golems standing 8' tall to protect him and the the group. Once the creatures are summoned he concentrates for a brief moment shifting the reality around them slightly amplifying their link to this world (boost trait). Then looking at Shay and tey he instructs. "Once the action starts, I would like you to put as many of those brodkil as possible to sleep but exclude Chak'lat. He is on our side of this conflict."
Mechanics:
2 Sentinals have a wound, 1 is normal. Everyone gets +2 Die Types Vigor and the Toughness that goes with it.
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Roy (Rob T)
Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
As the team makes their way to the Brodkil camp, they find the underbrush thinning out, allowing at least channels to walk unhindered. As the party gets close, the sun is setting in the west, casting long shadows along the ground.
The Jokers move in from the East. Their commander stealthily makes his way to be able to flank from the northwest cliff, hoping to take out the Brodkil nearest the prisoners before the fight even starts. Unfortunately, as he starts to climb over the upper cliff's edge, a clump of rock and earth gives away, sending him tumbling down with a thud, just as the rest of the team gets eyes on the sub-demon camp surrounding the large, murky waters of the pond. Fortunately, the Brodkil, while not caught off-guard, are at least a big sluggish getting to their feet, and so most of the Legionnaires (and the summoned creatures Roy brought along for the ride) manage to move in for an opening volley.
Terrain Notes:
Initiative:
Growler: QH
Phillip: QD
Elihah: JD
Roy: JC
Brodkil: 10D
Chok''lat: 6H
Jarvis: 3C
Grunt Brodkil Stats:
Parry: 6
Toughness: 25 (14 MDC)
Visible Cybernetic Systems:
It's combat. Anyone in Group 1 (Growler, Phillip, Elihah and Roy) can feel free to post in any order. Note that Roy and Phillip both need to control their minion's actions.
The Jokers move in from the East. Their commander stealthily makes his way to be able to flank from the northwest cliff, hoping to take out the Brodkil nearest the prisoners before the fight even starts. Unfortunately, as he starts to climb over the upper cliff's edge, a clump of rock and earth gives away, sending him tumbling down with a thud, just as the rest of the team gets eyes on the sub-demon camp surrounding the large, murky waters of the pond. Fortunately, the Brodkil, while not caught off-guard, are at least a big sluggish getting to their feet, and so most of the Legionnaires (and the summoned creatures Roy brought along for the ride) manage to move in for an opening volley.
Terrain Notes:
- Yellow on the map is clear; moving along those paths is normal movement
- Green scrub is Difficult Terrain for everyone but Elihah; cost is 2" Pace per 1" of movement. If it's really unclear, assume in favor of the character moving.
- Trees do not hinder movement.
- Boulders DO block movement, so long as they fill at least half the square; if less, the square counts as difficult terrain.
- The first water square from the shore of the lake is Difficult Terrain. Any deeper is swimming rules.
- Any ranged attack that passes through a tree's canopy can be assumed to have a -2 penalty to hit. This is NOT cumulative, either with other trees, or boulders. No Armor bonus from the trees, however.
- Boulders produce normal Cover effects, based on position; if a shot is determined to pass through a boulder, it provides +10 MDC armor that stacks with whatever the target is using.
- If you are adjacent to a boulder, you can hug it and shoot without suffering from a cover penalty, so long as you can do some form of corner-to-corner line of sight.
- For Growler and Elihah: Shooting down is easy, so long as you can get line of sight. For the most part, this is easy so long as you are at the cliff's edge; if you are back from the cliff, every square between you and the cliff creates a two-square-deep zone from that cliff that Brodkil standing within have full cover from you.
Initiative:
Growler: QH
Phillip: QD
Elihah: JD
Roy: JC
Brodkil: 10D
Chok''lat: 6H
Jarvis: 3C
Grunt Brodkil Stats:
Parry: 6
Toughness: 25 (14 MDC)
Visible Cybernetic Systems:
- Arms
Eye
Visible armor plating (MDC)
Legs
It's combat. Anyone in Group 1 (Growler, Phillip, Elihah and Roy) can feel free to post in any order. Note that Roy and Phillip both need to control their minion's actions.
Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Rolling up onto his feet, Growler makes way to the edge of the and takes two shots at the Brodkil cook, one taking it in the head before moving to get some cover between him and the Brodkil, almost melding in the forest.
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Growler
Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
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Roy and the Sentinals having moved into position begin the attack. The three drakes each take aim with their lightning breath, two of the blast hitting their targets directly, killing them out right. The Roy prepares his displacement spell, reaching out to protect the Magic Sentinal strike team. But the spell folds in on itself. The Magic Sentinals disapearing from the battle field and the splinter of Roy Psyche that maintained them broke, the feedback of the spells causes nasia to roll through Roy's body staggering him.Not wanting to go down without a fight Roy recenters his mind, pulls two arcane daggers from his pouch charging them with energy as he propels them towards two remaining Brodkil. One of the daggers strikes true, stunning the brodkil it hits. However the nasia flowing through him causes the other to go off course hitting one of his own!
Tay and Shey prepare a slumber spell targetting the group closes to the heroes, releasing giant clouds of fey energy causing several of the brodkil to simple fall to the ground.
Mechanics:
- Brodkil 9 and 9.5 (the one without a number adjacenet to 9) should be dead.
- Brodkil 8 should be shaken
- Innocent Bystander - Ann ally should be hit for 13 AP 6 MD
- Save versus Slumber at -2 for 7, 10, and 11
- Group Vigor Boost and Summoned Magic Sentinals are all dispelled.
[8]Self Vigor Boost reestablished.
Roy (Rob T)
Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
The joy of piloting without a gunner, Elihah switches over to the main gunner seat and opens up with the heavy rail gun atop his NG-V7 BLOCK IV HUNTER MOBILE GUN. Determining that number 3 was the greatest threat to the prisoners with Growler dealing with the cook, Elihah decides to turn that one into a smear on the ground.
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And he will then have made the greatest amount of noise and gotten their attention on himRe: Unfamiliar Troubles
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The Brodkil near the water hear it begin to violently froth. Four massive scaly gray tentacles slide through the surface.GM Bennies 9/9
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Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Things kick off when Growler smites the 'cook' Brodkil from above before taking cover back from the cliff. This is highly effective, as he not only drops his target handily, but also draws the attention of another subdemon (1), who attempts to scramble up the cliff, but just ends up falling on his back, prone.
This is followed by Elihah turning the next-closest Brodkil to the cage into a paste smear.
Roy's private army starts out strong, dropping multiple Brodkil and knocking another off his balance, but then his magic, stretched thin, begins to collapse on itself. His sentinels both implode, while one of his magical daggers actually arcs back and instead of targeting the Brodkil he'd meant to kill, homes in on Roy's magical frequency, striking the diminutive Tay and killing the Night Elf outright. Shay sees this and grins maliciously at Roy. "Gee, Boss, didn't think you had it in you...."
#8 also seeks to improve his position, but is still too dazed to actually make any sort of counterattack.
This leaves only a handful who can actually attempt to strike the party.
Number 13, having seen Elihah rain destruction down on his comrade, manages to do a better job at climbing than number 1 did, scrambling up the cliff and then leveling his L-20 on the Heavy Beam setting. Unfortunately for the sub-demon, even on its highest setting, the rifle is little more than a pop gun, glancing off the surface with no effect.
Number 12, meanwhile, makes a similar effort, but decides to go after Jarvis, who is both on their level, and still fairly noticeable in his power armor. Unfortunately for the Kittani, his shot is far more successful, finding a weak point in the suit.
This is followed by Elihah turning the next-closest Brodkil to the cage into a paste smear.
Roy's private army starts out strong, dropping multiple Brodkil and knocking another off his balance, but then his magic, stretched thin, begins to collapse on itself. His sentinels both implode, while one of his magical daggers actually arcs back and instead of targeting the Brodkil he'd meant to kill, homes in on Roy's magical frequency, striking the diminutive Tay and killing the Night Elf outright. Shay sees this and grins maliciously at Roy. "Gee, Boss, didn't think you had it in you...."
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Finally, Phillip's phatasmagoric kraken is enough to induce many of the Brodkil to shoot wildly (and fruitlessly) at the lashing tentacles. Those closest don't even dare try to run away, since from their perspective, this will doubtless just leave them open to reprisals. Number 5 also shoots at the illusion, though they are not so pinned down and starts to move around the pond.#8 also seeks to improve his position, but is still too dazed to actually make any sort of counterattack.
This leaves only a handful who can actually attempt to strike the party.
Number 13, having seen Elihah rain destruction down on his comrade, manages to do a better job at climbing than number 1 did, scrambling up the cliff and then leveling his L-20 on the Heavy Beam setting. Unfortunately for the sub-demon, even on its highest setting, the rifle is little more than a pop gun, glancing off the surface with no effect.
Number 12, meanwhile, makes a similar effort, but decides to go after Jarvis, who is both on their level, and still fairly noticeable in his power armor. Unfortunately for the Kittani, his shot is far more successful, finding a weak point in the suit.
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Finally, Number 4 closes with the team and levels his own rifle Roy, Chok'lat Notice roll
Success
Three laser shots rip through the air, all striking Roy, to a potentially cumulatively lethal effect. Roy Soak
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Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Chok'lat lurches into combat, but not before that the brodkil seem to be targeting Roy. Seeing his comrade fall, he howls in rage and charges at the nearest demon (V5). Drawing his vibrosword, he hoping to distract his foe. Regardless of whether the ploy works, he immediately follows the feint with . One slash lands awkwardly, but the vibrosword still manages to , leaving the demon shaken. He then twists around to see Phillip's illusion giving the brodkil by the water a shock. He shouts "FOR THE LIGHT!" and lobs into the brodkil (O15, N17, L18), giving them as they combat imaginary tentacles. Choklat then calls out to his friends: "HEY! Roy is hurt bad! Help!"
Chok'lat
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Soaked 2 wounds, and still has two wounds
Seeing the first attack Roy manages to shift reality enough to resist the effects, however as the second attack lands Roy staggers. The wound hurting enough to make his mind fuzzy. He needed to snap out of it, this battle started off wrong and was building an unwanted inertia towards doom.Other rolls
Roy (Rob T)
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Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Jarvis grimaces as the laser seared through his armor. Luckily, the protection of the lightning rod protected him from what would have been a fatal shot.
Pulling up his targeting system, he returned fire with a of high explosive grenades. The result was not what Jarvis was hoping for as the projectiles down in all directions, his wounds and rapid fire of the grenade launchers causing him to miss direct five out of six times with one detonating on and one flying directly Jarvis -- something the Kittani will wonder about for quite some time. Fortunately one managed to on the brodkil he was targeting.
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Jarvis Ursus
Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Jarvis and Chok'lat's indiscriminate assault has devastating effect on the Brodkil. While his Vibro-sword fails to kill the one who fired on Roy, the fiend is dazed by the blow; meanwhile, two of the Brodkil by the pond are killed, while one manages to roll to safety, and the final simply shrugs off the grenade. Meanwhile, Jarvis' barrage, for all its erratic targeting, manages to slay two more of the monsters. A mere half-dozen Brodkil are still alive after the first wave of the Jokers' wrath, and while two of your team have taken grievous wounds, it seems likely that this mess will be resolved quickly.
This, of course, is when things go to Hell.
The water at the northwest corner of the pond suddenly bursts upward, a wave going in all directions as the obvious leader of the Brodkil band bursts forth from beneath the murky surface, rising impossibly fast. His body is literally teeming with cybernetics, most of which bear the telltale igns of the serpents' nanobot installation. It's amazing, really, that the creature is still recognizeable as a Brodkil at all, and yet there's just enough to the shape and form to give the game away. His legs, in particular, are virtually entirely replaced, and he rockets high into the sky. At the apex of this leap, the Boss fires three shots of plasma towards the largest group of the Jokers with pinpoint accuracy. Jarvis' Power Armor gets a little warm, but he suffers no damage. Roy is less fortunate, with a nasty burn that serves to . And Phillip, having assumed solidity in order to invoke his illusion, finds himself completely .
The Boss then turns his attention to his landing on top of the northwest cliff, coming down within close enough distance to rush towards Growler, slashing out viciously with , once again catching his target ablaze! Things are suddenly looking a lot less certain....
This, of course, is when things go to Hell.
The water at the northwest corner of the pond suddenly bursts upward, a wave going in all directions as the obvious leader of the Brodkil band bursts forth from beneath the murky surface, rising impossibly fast. His body is literally teeming with cybernetics, most of which bear the telltale igns of the serpents' nanobot installation. It's amazing, really, that the creature is still recognizeable as a Brodkil at all, and yet there's just enough to the shape and form to give the game away. His legs, in particular, are virtually entirely replaced, and he rockets high into the sky. At the apex of this leap, the Boss fires three shots of plasma towards the largest group of the Jokers with pinpoint accuracy. Jarvis' Power Armor gets a little warm, but he suffers no damage. Roy is less fortunate, with a nasty burn that serves to . And Phillip, having assumed solidity in order to invoke his illusion, finds himself completely .
The Boss then turns his attention to his landing on top of the northwest cliff, coming down within close enough distance to rush towards Growler, slashing out viciously with , once again catching his target ablaze! Things are suddenly looking a lot less certain....
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Growler backpedals from the Brodkil boss, leaving an opening. Big Red attempts to take advantage of it, but his sword fails to damage Growler, and even as the monster prepares a new assault on the team, the Jokers' field commander fires a pinpoint-accurate shot, landing right between the monster's eyes. Standing stock still for a moment, the creature twitches a bit, and then falls to the ground, obviously dead.Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Phillip is hit solidly by the flame, catching fire. Terrence begins to growl menacingly in his owner's defense. The Brodkil simultaneously hear a hissing noise and look to the water to find it frothing violently. A half dozen gray telephone trunk thick tentacles :Coughs @Ndreare :Coughs: covered in teeth shoot out of the water, grabbing a Brodkil and pulling it into its maw.
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GM Bennies 9/9
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